You and GPS were moving together, trying to figure out an escape to the mansion. Others were checking out doors, or something else? You didn't know.

You were then faced with the entrance to the mansion... but it was locked? You gave another try to the singular handle. Nope. You'll have to pry to open instead.

GPS stood behind you. Last time you looked at him, he was watching your back, seeing if there were any other ways. His facial expression was filled with nervousness and concern. Now.. he was facing you. Smiling. It was a little weird.

Magically, there was a broken crowbar in front of GPS! You turn to him, asking if he could grab one of the pieces and try to pry the door open.

GPS just stood there. Smile never faltering. He stared past you like you were a ghost.

"No, I don't.. think I can."

Awkward silence...

You shrugged, and picked it up yourself. You fumbled with the door. Crowbars were so wonky!

GPS stood behind you, picking up the other half of the crowbar and leaned slightly against it. He looked at you. Looked around. Looked at the floor. All they could hear was ringing. The only other thing he cough hear was your struggling.

His hand drifted down to actually grab the crowbar. The weapon that his other hand gripped. They slowly approach you from behind, raising the crowbar-