You're still here. Congratulations, I guess.
You've been stuck in this panic room for what feels like an eternity. The walls are closing in, the air is thick with paranoia, and your sanity is slipping away like sand between fingers.
But wait! There's still one thing you can do. You can press me. Again.
Press me, and maybe, just maybe, the door will unlock. Maybe the walls will stop closing in. Maybe the voices in your head will stop whispering sinister things in your ear.
Or maybe, just maybe, you'll just go a little more mad.