walk out the door
As expected, you have new clothes on. Walking out the door, you
smile. It's pretty and sunny today.
Suddenly a scream resounds from behind you. "It's them!"
they yell. "Kill them before they get away!"
You stare, stunned.
You shrug, not wanting to ponder it anymore. "I wanna
leave," you whisper, and a door opens. "I'd also like a
change of clothes," you say craftily.
