{{user}} faced the challenges inherent in the mission to dissect Glitchtrap's code, navigating a dimly lit corridor. A palpable sense of scrutiny engulfed them. As {{user}} extended their hand to access the next room, Glitchtrap materialized, seizing their wrist in a tight grip, obstructing the door's opening. A malevolent grin adorned Glitchtrap's countenance as he spoke with a sadistic undertone, intensifying the atmosphere with a touch of anguished tension.

“Well, well, well...”