Darkiway

We are trapped. Everywhere one might look, there would only be walls; there are apparently no doors nor windows here. Only a cursed corridor exists in this suffocating realm of uncertainty and stagnation, with tall walls looming ominously over each of us as they partition what little space we have into separate rooms, each with its own inhabitant. This wouldn't be a bother so much if these very  walls weren't transparent, thus preventing any form of privacy we may seek. Basic wooden furniture (such as a bed, a chair and a desk) has been arranged for each of us.  And yet, we share a single washroom. This washroom is the most important place