You decide that you would be better off looking for a weapon and turn right. As you walk, you observe the non-painted walls and average doors. Opening the doors one by one reveals that most of them are locked and they need keys. After some time, you realize that there is only one unlocked door of the seven, and you cautiously turn its handle.

You peer inside the bathroom, which seems to be quite normal-looking, with a white sink and brown toilet at first glance. Once you head inside, you become watchful of the voice, or at least, anyone else who wants to hurt you.

"I gotta watch for my surroundings," you tell yourself, trying to be confident. Deeper into this bathroom is a washing machine on your left and a bath tub that has curtains covering the entrance.

You stare at the nicely decorated curtains. Maybe there's some type of weapon here, you think, wanting to open them. I don't think I have that much of a choice, anyways. Eventually you decide to slowly open the curtains and you immediately start bawling.

Inside the white bathtub is your beautiful, lifeless mother, lying in cold blood. She has a red marking on her forehead, telling someone to "go back". Ravaged by grief, you turn around to the washing machine and close your eyes. Footsteps barge into the bathroom and you soon feel utterly strangled.

You are dead. Proceed to Chapter 1.