Catacombs

Rubecca went right

"If you're reading this note, I'm sorry. I assume that you're in the same situation- that smug bastard drugged you and dumped you in these catacombs, with only a candle to find your way out. I don't know how many people he has done this to but I'm guessing it's a lot. He wouldn't spend so much time on it otherwise would he? He told me the catacombs are a maze, and he's set death traps and falls at every turn. He also spoke of one and only one safe way out. If I'm lucky I could find the way.
I'm not lucky, I'm just an art student here on holiday. There's no way I'm getting out of here alive, but I want someone to. I want revenge.
I'm sure you do too, so let's help each other out. I still have my sketch book and pencils, before each turn I'm going to leave them behind for the next person, writing down which way I went. If I survive to another passage way, I'll come back and leave a page like this one. If I don't, then it's up to the next person to carry on and go the opposite direction.
Eventually, when we leave enough bread crumbs someone will escape. Get the police and stop this madness.  Stop that bastard, for those who didn't make it.
My names Rubecca, I went right here."

Reading the note by candle light he felt a glimmer of hope, until he realized he was reading from the sketchbook itself. Rubecca never returned to rip out the page.
He looked to his left as the dark catacombs await.