30-b

[Lupus Fenrir]

~You enter the room quickly~

~Shutting the door behind you to block the still moving wheelchair~

~What is this?~

~An unmarked operating room?~

~You'd rather face the wheelchair than this~

~The mutterings return, louder than before~

~Ghostly faces leer at you from the shadows~

~The hands that grab you feel real though~

~So does the steel table they shove you on~

~So do the leather straps that they tighten around your body~

~And~

~So do the scalpels that they use to cut you to pieces~



GAME OVER

Try Again