Freedom
All that work you've done... in vain. All for nothing. Gone.
You've been ratted out.
And the High Roller is here to take you away.
You didn't want this. You wanted to get out, so you tried everything. Planning in such detail, loyal friends who are now gone... The plan went horribly wrong. So many have died. All because of you.
But... at least one escaped. And that has made all the difference.
You were so keen on escaping, running away. But things didn't turn out the way you planned. And now you are strapped to the chair. About to be taken away and God knows what will happen to you.
But at least you've made some difference. Even if it's tiny, even if it's small... You did it. Even if you did manage to get out... you would never be free of what haunts you, day after day.
Running away wouldn't get the memories out of your mind. It would only make it worse. Freedom isn't running away. It's facing it head on.
The answer wasn't out there, beyond the doors. You had it all along. You had the strength within you all this time.
You don't close your eyes in fear, but with acceptance. With freedom.
Let yourself go... Let go of the pain. The guilt. The sorrow...
Be free.