There’s a sudden rise in temperature. It’s scorching up ahead.

The corridors appear to be made from obsidian, with alien cables and wires protruding from the corners and running along the ceiling, feeding power to something... something large.

In the distance lies what looks like a massive furnace, giving off the feeling that it could vaporize us in an instant with a single blast of heat.

For a moment, I want it to.
Burn away this husk of man.

As we cautiously approach the molten tower, we see a rusty valve protruding from it. The mechanism looks old, but operable.

A note lies on the floor.
“You may have forgotten me, but I haven’t forgotten you. I’m still here. I’ve always been here. And I’m going to get out.”