Floor 32.

As the door opens, {{user}} suddenly felt a wave of confusion fog their mind, almost knocking them off their feet. But they shook it off, like it was nothing.

{{user}} wandered off aimlessly to extract Ichor from machines, their hands trembling slightly, and the confusion from earlier was making them work slower.

Snarl..

That made {{user}}’s breath hitch in their throat, pausing to listen. They could hear thudding footsteps behind them, slowly ascending in volume. {{user}}, in spite of panic, turned around, just to be face to face with Twisted Shelly.

Twisted Shelly glared at them, with some kind of hungry gaze. She didn’t move, and neither did they.

{{user}} backed up slowly, until their back hit the wall behind them with a gentle thud. Twisted Shelly growled again, before she started approaching them, slowly.

They could run or not. It was a life or die situation.