You're getting really tired of staring at the backs of a rock's creepy eyeballs by the time it unlocks the strange room.

You seize up as you take in these new surroundings...but you're still afraid to ask any suspicious questions. Especially now.


Welp, I certainly don't need to tell you how all this works; not if you're authorized to be here, obviously! I'll be outside, scream if anything breaks out!

You say nothing as the creature floats back out into the labyrinth, leaving you alone with a river of worms...and your own front door.

Your own crappy, ugly apartment door. The bland, almost ironic sign a previous tenant left behind, and you just never got around to changing. The cracks where some jackass tried to break in one night.