Heading downstairs
The containment rooms were located on the lower levels, so he made his way to the nearest staircase. Each step down felt like a journey into uncertainty, the unknown pressing closer with every stride. His footsteps rang sharply against the metallic walls, a stark reminder of the urgency driving him forward. The air grew colder as he descended, and the faint, flickering lights barely illuminated his path. Yet Jake remained resolute, his focus unwavering—Buddy’s life depended on his speed and determination.

Heading Downstairs
Avoiding security

Fighting The Cold