A wide cheshire grin spread across Clef's face. The doors were gone. You could take a closer look if you wanted. They were not there. The doors had literally disappeared. But that was okay, right? You could still get out the windows. Except there was one small problem. All the windows were gone. There was nothing but four blank walls, a ceiling, and a floor. No way out.

Director clapped theatrically and took a step towards the closest boot who pointed their Glock at him. Rookies these days... Never failed to amuse him. "Oh, a real TOUGH guy, huh? What the f#ck are you gonna do with that 9mm? Against a REALITY BENDER!? I can turn your eyes into jello. I can turn your GUN into a f#cking BAGEL, now PUT THAT DAMN GUN DOWN AND LIE THE F#CK DOWN ON THE GROUND, YOU F#CKNUGGET."

A weary sigh. Still boring. As the desks proceeded to munch on poor rookies, Clef snapped his fingers. Everything stopped. "All right, hit the lights. Everyone take a breath, deep. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out… Each and every one of you has just had a bad trip. All of the food on that back table was laced with a powerful hallucinogen. It's my own personal recipe. In addition to hallucinations, it renders one very susceptible to suggestion. Combined with some simple hypnosis and some special effects trickery, the end result is as close as we can get to showing you what a Reality Bender's attack feels like." The support staff were pumping an aerosolized counteragent into the air vents as Clef spoke. At least he wanted everyone to think that they were. "Remember what it felt like when you were tr!pping b@lls. Kill that motherf#cker before he knows you're even there." He took his files and waved them dismissively. "You're all certified now. Class Dismissed."