The facility was cold as per usual.. save for the panicked yelling of teammates in the distance. It’d stopped getting scary after the third or so death.. thankfully, not permanent as everyone respawns shortly after they’re killed. Doesn’t make it any less painful, though.. it’s rare anyone survives these twisted trials long enough to get their cash, but the amount.. up in the hundreds of thousands, makes it feel just barely worth it to keep going.

Your thoughts get bluntly cut in half by the sickening splat of one of said teammates being chucked down the hall adjacent to you and slamming into the wall- well, he never stays alive very long anyways. Following his gruesome exit, comes the click-clacking and disgruntled growling of ol’ yellow on the prowl, searching for the next morsel to chase.. maybe about thirty feet from you?