”Trapped, damn.” You slam your body into the door, hoping that your body weight would be enough to open It, gas had been filling the room.

You turn around and through the gas you see a tall man, you hear his heavy footsteps walking towards you.

“Another trial, another test subject." He stares coldly at you.

You give him a pleading look, he doesn’t care. “Don't look for sympathy. You won't find It." He holds up a large metal hammer.