You're in the middle of a panic room, surrounded by madness.
The walls are closing in, and the air is getting thick with the stench of desperation.
The door creaks and groans like a living thing, taunting you with promises of freedom.
But don't be fooled - the exit is just a myth, a cruel joke told by the sadists who designed this place.
You're on your own, friend. You're the only one who's not completely lost their mind.
Vent your frustrations Scream at the walls Crawl into a ball and rock back and forth