You are in a locked room. A cell? A box, of some sort? Walls, ceiling and floor are all the same worn industrial metal. There is a small door, but it seems secured with some old kind of mechanism. One of those old safebox locks where you spin a knob alternatively left and right to get to the right sequence. "Who puts the lock on the inside of a cell?" you ponder.
"It doesn't matter. I need to get out of here."
There are scribblings and scratching on the walls and on the floor. Mainly in one of the corners, the corner where you found yourself sitting just a while ago. Only one thing stands out; a long series of letters, your puzzle inputs.
As you examine the lock's mechanism, it is clear to you that it is ancient. It is covered by corrosion, and its dial only seems to go in one direction, to your right. Something in the lock seems broken, or loose inside of it, as there seem to be something stopping it from rotating to your left. The face of the dial has numbers on it, labelled 1 through 9.