Crammy and gloomy. The hallways feel tight as you felt yourself going deeper into a mental spiral. You look at your hands than back up at it.

Judgement bird. You have managed to piss it off, and things haven't turned in your favor. You carry your E.G.O weapon with shaky hands, as you glance up at the bandaged head of the tall bird.

"..."

The silence is unbearable. Any moment you could end up... Hanging. You either fight back or die.