This place feels… heavy. It’s hard to breathe here, and you can’t quite place why. At least not at first. But as you look at the dusty, sanded warehouse blend seamlessly into a dilapidated house, connected via walkway to a flashy hotel, it starts to hit you. You are terrified. So terrified, that you can’t even entirely separate the feeling from your confusion. Your chest is tight, constricted, and you feel every muscle in your body on a hair trigger.

It would take everything in you to not panic at the drop of a hat, given any shock what-so-ever. There is nothing in this place that you can anchor to that would make you feel safe.

You can turn around, and head into the darkness. Or you can look ahead and see a pit-- you can’t see the bottom. But there’s a terrifying urge to jump. You can hear the sound of unhinged laughing grow, the longer you stare at that pit.