I want to start by examining the door.

Aren't the doors the primary source of weaknesses? You think you remember hearing that somewhere.

Kneel before me.

The mannequin says.

You grit your teeth. That is going to get old really fast.

You examine the door, as best you can in the dim light, and it seems impossibly impenetrable. It's steel, with no hinges on the inside, and no door knob.

There's not even anything to grab a hold of.

Trapped!

You're trapped.

The thought sinks in. Trapped in a room, should you call it a dungeon? But it doesn't feel very dungeon-y.

Whatever. Trapped by a computer in a room programmed by an eccentric, perverted, crossing dressing recluse genius billionaire.

What could possibly grow wrong?

But then another thought occurs to you.

What if some thing *does* go wrong? What if this is a game... but it's not complete? What if there's a bug in his software?

What if you're stuck here, forever, going insane and starving to **** with no food or water?

Kneel before me.

The mannequin says.

Just then, you see something written on the door. In the dim reflected light it's almost impossible to read.

"There is another way," it says.

Suddenly, you feel a flare of hope. There is another way. Surely it must mean that there's another way out of here?