You're standing in a single-file line, your left hand on the shoulder in front of you.
Your eyes try to adjust to the pitch-black, but all there is is darkness, and all there is to do is to keep moving forward. Suddenly, you're told to reach to your left. You do, and your hand recognizes the back of a wooden chair that your eyes can't see. You let your body slip into the chair and now all you can do for the moment is wait. You reach in front of you, and you can feel cloth, and wood, and, a little to the right, cold metal.Your eyes keep trying to make out shapes in the darkness but you can't even make out your hand in front of your face (and if you are as pale-white as I am, you know that's a pretty big deal), so you focus on a sense that you do have use of: your hearing. You can hear the sound of others being lead through the darkness, and beyond that, you can hear faint chatter that seems like it's coming from far away. How long have you been sitting here?
Then, from out of nowhere and directly to your right, a voice startles you, and it says: