Evelyn creaked her son's door open, with headphones on and focused on a game at his desk, Ben was completely unaware of her entry. The room was filthy, old Coke cans, unwashed clothes, and the smell of a gym locker room filled the stale air. Her eyes watering, Evelyn quickly unscrewed the vial and tossed the subject inside like she was dumping an old coffee mug. Watching the tiny human disappear into the landfill that was Ben's floor, Evelyn silently closed the door and went downstairs to her office certain her subject would be dead within the hour.

Mountains of musty clothes cushioned what would otherwise been a fatal fall. Rubbing your behind, you rise to your feet and take note of your dark surroundings. The floor was a cesspool of all kinds of trash and small bugs feeding off it. High ground was your best play. After looking around your immediate area, you can see Ben at his desk yelling into his mic at his teammates, his messy bed behind you that would be easy to climb, and a dresser with an illuminated gas tank atop it. While the first two options sounded like decent plans, there was no way you'd ever climb up the dresser, who knew what was sort of monstrosity was lurking behind that glass?