This whole thing seems a little shady now... You'd better leave

Looking around the dark room you start to feel nervous, common-sense telling you that a shady place like this could be more trouble than the money would be worth - and besides, he never did tell you what you'd be doing or how much he'd pay!

For a moment you turn back toward the door, even taking a few steps before remembering that was the direction the man had just gone. It'd make more sense to not run into him while you were slippi, ng out so you turn around, heading deeper into the room, veering between rows of folding seats on the notion that if you're going to get out you need a door and doors are attached to walls, not sitting in the middle of a room like you are now.

Your choice proves to be a success as you see a concrete wall up ahead, and you turn left, following it away from the direction of the front door, hoping that the man doesn't come back, that ou don't meet whoever else was going to participate, and that whatever crowd he was expecting wouldn't so much as see an inch of you.

Even if you don't know where you're going it couldn't be worse than what you're leaving, could it?

"Yes!" you hiss, spotting an exit sign, and dash out of the door to safety.