text: You reach into the box with the key, balling your hand into a fist to keep your fingers from getting snagged in the maze of razor wires. Gritting your teeth, you slowly push toward the back of the box. The wire slices into your fist and forearm, but it is a familiar enough pain that you manage to make it to the back of the box and grab the key.
  
  Removing your hand is more painful than putting it into the box was. The razors drag across your already bleeding flesh, but you eventually pull your hand free of the contraption. Just as you are almost out, you feel your wrist snag on wire. Taking a deep breath, you decide to treat this like a bandaid and just yank your hand out. The pain is sharp and takes your breath away, but you make it out of the box with the key in hand.
  
  Looking down at your blood slick arm, you wince as you see a strip of skin dangling from the top of your hand. You aren't sure if you should finish the job and remove the skin flap or set it back in place over the top of your hand and use some cloth to secure it in place.
  > You wrap it Up
  You shove the key into your pocket for the moment and survey the damage to your hand. An injury like this can score some good quality painkillers at the ER. Unfortunately, that isn't an option at the moment, but you're sure you'll get there eventually now that you have the key out of this hell hole.
  
  Using your uninjured hand, you stick your fingers into one of the holes in your shirt and start ripping the fabric away. You end up with a nice strip of cloth, though you aren't sure if it will be enough. Gritting your teeth, you carefully place the flap of skin back into place on the back of your hand. It burns horribly as you place the cloth over it then your hand over the top of it. Pressing it into your stomach to hold the skin flap and fabric in place, you use your hand to wrap tie it tightly into place. It isn't perfect, but it should keep the loose skin from flopping about.
  > You open The Door
  Taking the key back out of your pocket, you hurry toward the door. Your injured hand burns as the cloth cinches the degloved skin tightly into place, but you push through the pain and push the key into the lock. It turns and you can hear the loud sound of the mechanism turning as the metal door screeches open.
  
  Stepping through, you find yourself in a hallway with harsh fluorescent lights in the ceiling. You walk down it, but many of the doors are chained shut with warnings against trying to open them painted in red letters. It is cold and damp out here, making you shiver as you hurry down the corridor.
  
  Finally, you come to a door with no warnings and a cassette labeled 'play me' taped to the middle of the door. Plucking it from the confines of the tape, you put it into the recorder and hit play.
  
  "If you are listening to this, then you chose freedom over your addiction. This is just the first step to reclaiming your life, Ciara. For years you have blamed the people who came into your life for what you have become. Perhaps, you are right to blame them after they made you feel powerless over your own fate. But your obsession with blame keeps you from moving on. Beyond this door is someone who influenced your life early on. Today, you choose whether he lives or dies."
  
  The tape comes to an end, leaving you feeling apprehensive about what is beyond the door in front of you.