You wake up, shivering and nude in a stone room fifteen feet across, fifteen feet wide, and ten feet high.
There is a torch sitting in the center of one wall, while on the opposite sits a stout wooden door.
In the center of the floor, there is a pile of straw with a fur of some sort laying over it in the shape of a make-shift bed.
Off in the corner there is a pile of clothing, one robe, a tunic, breeches, a pair of sturdy boots, a pair of sandals.
You do not know how you got here, and there appears to be no other obstructions in the walls other than the heavy wooden door.
Welcome to the Labyrinth.