A seemingly endless hall.
A sense of impending doom.
You are gasping and straining to get air to your lungs as you push your body to its limit.
You feel it getting closer.
You see a door ahead.
Reaching the door, you dash inside and slam it shut.
Just in time.
The room is dark, only occupied by you and the sound of your ragged breathing.
Suddenly, a voice envelops you.
An omnipresent voice, like nails on a chalkboard.
w e l c o m e b a c k
w e l c o m e h o m e