It was just a normal day at Church. You hear an eldritch voice piercing into your brain. Iridescent cicadas with gnashing teeth made from wood and glass fly around you. A voice from beyond your plane of reality speaks to you through the cicadas. "This is nine! Nine! This is nine! Nine! This is ten! Ten! We have killed your friends! Every friend is now dead! This is six! Six! Eighteen! This is now eighteen! Take cover when the siren sounds! This is four! Four! Five! This is five! Ignore the siren! Even if you leave this room, you can never leave this room!"