[Door 45. The lights flicker… again. This is your fifth angler, and all the anglers you’ve encountered haven’t been the same as the last one. Regular Angler, then Pinkie, then Froger, then Blitz. This one HAS to be one of those, right?]

[Wrong. You hear rusty chains behind you. You get in a locker, but it feels very cramped in it. You think it will lock you in it and trap you if you stay in it any second.]

[But it doesn’t. It’s just a normal locker. Or is it? It is… or is it…? That’s what you keep thinking. Little do you know that it’s a normal, harmless locker.]