Detective Olivia Benson stood the back entrance of a brick building. She rang the intercom.
After a moment, a strangely familiar sounding female voice replied.
"Who are you?" The voice demanded.
"I'm Olivia, I was told to come here." Detective Benson replied.
"Come in." The voice commanded.
There was a buzzing sound and the door unlocked. Olivia opened the heavy and walked through. She found herself in a empty hallway. The only thing she could see was a coat rack mounted on the wall with a blue robe hanging from one of the hooks.
"Why are you here, Olivia?"
"I'm having trouble with a relationship."
"What kind of trouble?"
"I'm afraid to open up." Olivia said.
"I can help you."
Olivia sighed.
"Are you nervous Olivia? Are you afraid?"
"No, well maybe… Yes, a little"
"There is no need Olivia No harm will come to you, I promise. I want to help you."
"Okay."
There was a silence. The air was heavy with uncertainty and anticipation. The strong detective looked around as if trying to find the familiar voice in the room.
"Very well. This is The Dark Room. Here you are allowed to discover yourself free of the troubles and uncertainty of the outside world."
"That sounds good."
"Olivia." The voice boomed, shattering the woman's reverie. "Before we start I must know are you prepared to do everything I ask?"
"Yes." Olivia replied hesitantly.
"Before we begin you must divest yourself of all outside possessions."
"And how do I do that?"
"Take off your clothes."