You experience a mounting dread as you climb the ladder of pulsing flesh. A metallic stench wafts down from the hole in the ceiling.

You're reminded of the carnage you saw adrift in what should have been the stomach guy's room. You don't think he's the one who's been doing this...maybe just the one who's been enjoying the leftovers.

One thing's for sure...

This abyss sure ain't staring back at anything now.

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