as you approach the building you get a whiff of a fowl smell. You clench your fist tightly as you work up the bravery and you open the door, a decision you quickly regret when you see an alternate version of Mark devouring another human being. As soon as he hears the door open, his head whips around in your direction, and before you could leave, he pins you down and leans in, his bloody mouth inches close to your neck like he's about to take a bite "you're just in time for dinner."