It looks out of place in here. Better fit for a castle than a nuthouse. It's locked by a sliding bolt. Storage, maybe? Something's scratched into the wood under the handle. NONE ABOVE. NONE BELOW. ALL OF THEM HERE. Whatever the fuck that means. It takes some oil and a wrench but the bolt pops and the door creaks open. It's pitch black inside. You flip your headlamp up to full brights and see the walls. High walls. Impossibly high. Right? They're covered floor-up in scratched words, the same four words, over and over, disappearing into the black void where a ceiling should be. ALL OF THEM HERE. ALL OF THEM HERE. "I'm an angel..." A whisper. A woman. Where? The door slams behind you and the headlamp goes dark. "Can't you see my wings?" You can't see anything at all. Who's there?! "You'll be an angel too! I know how!" Your vision goes white from the pain. "Isn't it wonderful?" You can hear the peeling. "Isn't Heaven so bright?"