You were at the start, door 0. You just freshly got out of the submarine. The intercom turned on. HQ spoke through the loudspeaker. The marked path is currently- Suddenly, the sound of purring came from the speaker. HQ’s voice became a lot more high pitched, like a voice you’d talk to a puppy with. No- Dodgeball, go. No- I’m busy. What are you- good boy, yeah, go. HQ paused and cleared his throat. He awkwardly whispered into the microphone. Sorry.