THE METAL DOORS TO YOUR PNEUMATIC TUBE OPEN WITH A VIOLENT HISS AND YOU COLLAPSE TO THE COLD MARBLE FLOOR BEFORE YOU. THE VOICE OF THAT INSIDIOUS CLOWN STILL RINGING IN YOUR EARS YOU FEEL THE SWEAT ON YOUR BODY TURN TO A COLD CHILL AS YOU LUMBER UP FROM THE FETAL POSITION AND STAND ON YOUR FEET.
THE LARGE TUBE IN EMBEDDED INTO THE WALL BEHIND YOU LOOKS NOT UNLIKE THE DECOR THAT SURROUNDS IT. FADED WALLPAPER AND PLASTERED CEILING IMPLY THAT YOU ARE IN SOME SORT OF BUILDING, MAYBE EVEN A HOUSE. ALTHOUGH THE STANK STALE AIR AND GENERAL FEELING OF UNEASE WOULD SUGGEST THAT THIS HOUSE IS NOT INTENDED FOR COMFORTABLE LIVING.
WALLS ROUGHLY TEN FEET APART CONTINUE BEFORE YOU MAKING A HALLWAY THAT STRETCHES TWENTY FEET INTO THE DARKNESS. THE ONLY SOURCE OF LIGHT IS THE SMALL DIODES FROM THE PNEUMATIC TUBE THAT HAS FINISHED ITS SINISTER HISSING AND NOW ONLY GARGLES HOT SPITTLES OF LIQUID FROM ITS BASE.
YOU ARE NOT QUITE SURE WHERE YOU ARE BUT IT IS CERTAIN THAT YOU FEEL A LONG WAY FROM HOME.
