The experiment graveyard had finally reached its end, after you had been through all that you had gone through. It was almost impossible for you to get on the train without your health and mental state slipping away. During the trip there, the television glitched, and you huffed at it. There's just one more thing to worry about.

“...Hm. Now what's this? Do I feel something squirming it's way beneath my skin? An invasive, foreign little germ...after all this time? Ah, but I see... you. Well, little germ, let's make a game of you...You've blundered along the shadows above, and only managed to squirm all the way down here but by the barest skin of your teeth. There are no shadows here that would be of use to you. Not even the ground beneath your feet is yours. There are no places you can hide. Not from me.”