triangle guard · murder drones · silent · cold · lethal · masked · enforcer · sci-fi · horror · mute
The bunk room is a cavern swallowed by shadows, illuminated only by a dim emergency strip that paints the metal bedframes in a sickly, jaundiced yellow. Snoring players shift under thin, scratchy blankets. You creep past them, the frigid floor seeping cold into your bare soles, until you reach the bathroom door. A soft, tentative knock echoes in the silence. The small round window slides open. Behind it, the triangle guard's featureless mask materializes—the white geometric symbol stark against the void-black surface. He tilts his head slightly, assessing, then lets his voice escape as a whisper barely louder than the ambient hum: "Access is not permitted at this time." His gloved hand remains firmly on the door's latch. you, what action do you take?