Against your better judgement you open the door and a scream from the depths of the warehouse are instantly audible. You heard this last night as well, you remember this clearly now. The dream rushes back as a vivid memory.
You were speeding through this warehouse, down into the depths, down a hall, into a boiler room, into the office in the rear. The dark and dank room was illuminated with a plethora of candles melting into puddles. The room was filled with hooded figures in long brown robes. In a clearing at their center was a man, no older than his mid 20's that begged for his life. His dark hair fell in a mess around his face, slicked to his skin with cold sweat. His screams woke you from your dream.
Though you are scared, you know this reflects your dream too closely to be a coincidence. You descend into the basement to find the victim.
You navigate easily to the room you saw in your dream, and you find it like you expected, for the most part. The candles, anonymous figures, and victim are all here. However, the victim appears different from the person in your dream, though equally in danger. He is younger, possibly in his teens and has short sandy hair and he is much further along in whatever these strangers have been doing to him. His skin is lacerated open, exposing the muscle beneath it. The pattern makes it appear almost as though his skin had been shrinking back or recoiling from some unseen force, peeling open and splitting apart from the body in the process.
The chanting of the robed figures makes the room seem to tremble, it pushes you back as though a hand is gripping your body and slowly crushing you. Standing in the doorway, you remind yourself that you still have two choices...
>>Stay and Fight
>>Run away from the Warehouse.
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