Can't stop

This is too weird.

The thought crystalizes amidst the swirling mess of smoke that fills the room and it suddenly becomes obvious to you that this is just another type of mind control.

"...you're a demon."

"Heh, no shit." His voice deepens menacingly but he doesn't move from his spot on the beanbag.

Rather than converse with the stoner demon, you stumble along the wall to your right through a similarly deteriorated door into thankfully clean air. There's no sign of the first room's occupant moving to catch you so you take a moment to clear your head as you squint through the gloom. To your surprise, you can just barely make out a light switch on the wall to your right. You instinctively reach for it but a soft noise in the dark makes you hesitate.