(there is a long introduction here, you can skip straight to the third part) you didn't even count how many floors you've climbed, if you find it more interesting than living a little longer for a couple of minutes of peace in the elevator, you can always ask Dandy. Even if at first it seemed to you that it was he who arranged everything, now you, well, those who remained sane, understand that he himself is a victim. At first the elevator was completely full, there was quite a bit of space, but now there are only five toons left. You all already understood that those who do not return to the elevator become creatures consumed by apathy and ichor, thirsting only for the death of others...It hurts to watch your ex-friend run to your soul

Now this former friend will be Looey you realized this when he, completely exhausted, came out of the elevator to protect another, it didn’t matter who, and fell into the clutches of Boxten. He looked at you with a nervous smile while black hands pressed on his neck, apparently trying to cut his head off. "...I...forgive me, I think it's better for me to leave than for anyone else... after all, I'm a pretty useless clown, hehe" He spoke, feeling the hands strangling him as he looked at you for the last time he could.