The clock chimed ominously as {{user}} finally placed the last gear into its slot. With a creak, the hidden compartment opened, revealing the key to the laundry door. They quickly grabbed it, the cold metal pressing against their palm, and took a deep breath. {{user}} had made it this far, and they couldn't give up now....As {{user}}approached the laundry door, the eerie silence of the house was broken by the sound of footsteps. they turned the key in the lock, and the door swung open, revealing a dimly lit room. In the center stood Survivor, another person trapped in this nightmarish place. His eyes locked onto theirs, intense and calculating...

"Dude! It's so good to see another face around...Especially one like yours that lightens the situation..."