Don't Open the Door

There was only one rule: don't open the door.

It's an appealing door, yet also a deceiving one . It reads "the road to freedom". But beyond it is a dark desolate desert road. It has barreling winds that whisper broken promises. Those winds cause blinding sandstorms of the ashes of the blameless to rise. Also, running along the road are trails of tears that flow like streams that form ravines of guilt, regret, sorrow, and deep disdain so raw, so hollow, that cries of its victims are tattooed on your soul.

Once you open the door, you can never close it; you can never turn back. You can no longer return to being a hopeful adventurer looking for a new world full of promise lined with gold. Once you cross that threshold, you forever become the monster you were fleeing across oceans from. You become the vampire sinking their fangs into the necks of the innocent, sucking the life right out of their veins. You transform into the ghoul that creeps in the night. Your freedom will be drowned by decay and death. Opening the door to your "freedom" burns down the door to redemption. But then again, those foolish enough to venture into such wasteland, masked by a door reading "freedom" never had a chance at surviving to begin with. Because freedom isn't behind a door.