When The Lights Go Out

I was always intrigued by murder mysteries, for whatever reason. I always enjoyed reading stories about them and sometimes even writing my own scenarios. That obviously raised a few eyebrows. That never bothered me, though. At least, not until I was selected for one..
I was dragged from my bed in my sleep, entirely unaware of the situation I was being brought into. I was always a heavy sleeper, ever since I was a kid. I woke up confused and on edge. It was an odd room. The walls were, but they were stained yellow. The entire place was windowless. It smelled like expired brie and mayonnaise left out to rot. There was three doorways, all of which lead to equally disgusting rooms. My breathing was shaky and heavy. I wasn't alone, and that was just as terrifying as being solitary. There was puzzled mutters coming from all sides of the peculiar structure.