|Executive Office||Score: 60||Moves: 35|
Your search for hours for the trap which you figure must be here, but to no avail. You give up and go to grab the spray bottle when the guards enter. "Hey, you shouldn't be here!" you hear. You feel something hit the back of your neck fairly hard. You're dead.
As you take your last breath, you feel relieved of your burdens. The feeling passes as you find yourself before the gates of Hell, where the spirits jeer at you and deny you entry. Your senses are disturbed. The objects in the dungeon appear indistinct, bleached of color, even unreal.
You appear to be made of a translucent floating white substance. There seems to be a golden halo hovering above your head.