Enter the warehouse

With a shrug you carry on walking. Your sturdy boots tapping against the stone floor and the leather material off your revealing outfit creaking as you enter the building. The room you see is rather dimly lit but kept completely immaculate, clearly someone cleans this place regularly. “Hello?” you call out loudly, closing the door behind you as you keep walking, taking a look around the place. There is nothing to greet you, no one else calling out. How strange. You recall that the walls are soundproofed from when you were last here. It proved very useful then, as you were able to stealthily take out one henchmen after another. Without their cries for help reaching their comrades.

Hmmm that was a good day you reminisce as you get to the other end of the room. Deciding to search the place in case “M. N.” didn’t hear you. You reach out for the handle for the door and with a satisfying click open it. There is a distinct sound of rushing air, a sign that the room before you is air tight. Like walking into an air lock. How curious you ponder as you step through and hear the door close automatically behind you with a satisfying click. The room is compact and a bright white, with much more intense lights overhead. “Hello John” a distinctly familiar voice intones over an intercom. You take a look around and spot a speaker against one of the walls, where the voice must be coming from.

“What’s going on?” you ask suspiciously as you bend your knees slightly and clench your fists. Already suspecting that something must be up.

“hahahahahah” the voice laughs maniacally, it’s hard to place the accent precisely. But it sounds European. “What’s going on is that you have blundered into my trap John.” With that you hear the sound of rushing air.

You spin around and shift your body to strengthen all your muscles, ready for a fight. Then you spot it. White coloured gas seeping into the room from directly above you rapidly. “What the-”your sentence is cut off the moment the gas reaches your mouth and you start coughing. Suddenly your brain feels clouded and dull.

“Yes….. Breathe it in. Let it fill your lungs.” The voice seems to command. It suddenly feels so easy, just to give up. Before you can think to try and shapeshift your lungs and filter out the poison, your mind seems to slow down. Just staying on your feet feels tiring, with that you fall to your knees. You can’t stop from taking in deep breaths of the gas.

“goooood…. Now…. Sleep” speaks the mystery voice. Suddenly you slump over to your side on the cold floor. Your eyes feeling heavy as you blink. So hard to just keep them open. Before you know it you close your eyes shut. Then everything goes black as you lose consciousness.