Whose blood is this?

Feeling impatient already? That's no attitude to keep. How long do you think you'll be here...? As you continue your solitary march down the nearly featureless hallway, the question tugs at your seams. There is an odd sound when your plush feet meet the ground. It's as though there is a vast abyss below you. The lone barrier that keeps you from falling down seems quite thin... and feels a little slippery.

[Keep walking].

[Turn around].