You've been warned, dear user, for venturing into the treacherous waters of the drain. A realm where the waters run deep and the soap suds are treacherous. Where the porcelain throne is a portal to the underworld, and the water pressure is a constant reminder that you should have used deodorant.

But still, you press on, fueled by a morbid curiosity. You take a deep breath and step into the unknown, the waters closing over your feet like a cold, unforgiving shroud. The drain gurgles and churns, a maelstrom of despair.