You find yourself stuck in a room of doom. Chilled by hollow screams
of the ones before you. The smell of rotten flesh fills the dark
room. The air and absence of the air is noticable to the clothes that
stand up on your back. The hair on your neck tickles up like a cat
defending. Hope is dismall, fear is abundant and flows like a
flooding river. You must choose the best path out or end up like the
undesirables that haunt you.