Right

Well, right is right, so the right direction as right, right?

All jokes aside, you just choose one at random and go. You find the safety appears to be going down the further you go. Covered in old abandoned warehouses, broken windows, and countless bottles, you are getting more and more scared. Not knowing where you are, you are forced to take turns at random, hoping the way you're taking will lead you out of the bad neighborhoods. Your fear is reaching a peak when turning a corner you run smack into someone. You loseyour already shaky footing and fall on your padded ass.

Standing above you is a massive man. Towering over 6 and a half feet and totally ripped. He looks down, sees you, and smiles. Oh, shit.