The room of Nothing
You try the door again. Still locked. Barbera shivers. So you step
into a room, thinking, "Maybe there's an exit."
The room was bare. White walls, white floor. You get a lonely
feeling, and turn to your friends for help. They're not there.
Panic fills you. You step forward, and see a sign that reads,
"The room of nothing."
Another door appears. "Maybe my friends are playing a trick,
and are behind this door," you think, full of unreasonable hope.
You turn the knob.
