Imagine being stuck in a dim room, with four blank walls constantly staring down at you. There's just enough light for you to make out these walls, and it is impossible to tell whether there is a door or window. You are left with no hope, for the light is not a comfort to you, rather a reminder that you are stuck. The pain thickens as it is all you have, and you feel as if you are going insane. The only distraction is more pain, and so you feed yourself more pain. The blood is a distraction, and even though it stings, it's something better than the thoughts that constantly haunt you; Why am I here? Will I get out? Is it going to be better? And now, just as you realize you can finally get out of all of the pain and go into an endless, peaceful sleep, the light gets a bit brighter. You are fed a little bit of hope, you discover that maybe there's more to this room that you guessed. You find a door, and you have the key. You're running to the door, but then the light dims and the key is gone. You are left starving again.