Instinct (English version)

Chapter 4

You have been wandering in the corridors for several minutes, and your body is starting to show signs of tiredness. The accumulation of stress added to the fact that you have slept too little is making you feel dizzy. Exhausted, you are about to have a break, when you can perceive a faint light at the end of the corridor. You are instantly invigorated. Finally, the exit! You rush to the light as if your life depends on it.

You are now in a big circular room, lighted by three huge golden chandeliers and with a gorgeous Persian carpet crossing it. There are no windows. In the middle of the room, there is a little round table with a handgun on it.

Would you rather take the gun, or leave it on the table?

You choose to take the handgun.

You get closer to the table and reach the gun. Suddenly, giant iron pliers fiercely close on your wrist. You are screaming at the top of your lungs because of the awful pain. Your muscles are strained, your nerves are cut and your bone is broken. Your hand is miserably hanging loosely at the end of your forearm, only maintained by some pieces of skin.

Too much focused on your pain, you have not noticed that the wall on your left has slid. You barely have the time to see it when a huge wrecking ball violently hits you and crushes you on the opposite wall. Your body cannot bear the impact. Your organs are stuck to the wall, forming a hideous mass. Your face, completely burst, is unrecognisable. Some pieces of bones are sticking a little bit everywhere, and fresh blood is slowly seeping through this ridiculous work of art. No need to describe the awful pain you are feeling during your last moments.

The only part of your body which is still undamaged is your hand, who detached from your limb a few seconds before the impact. It is standing out in the middle of the room, like a trophy, proof of your miserable life's end.

You did not survive Instinct. What about trying again? But be careful as numerous traps are waiting for you in the dark...

You prefer leaving the handgun.

A gun like that, offered on a silver platter? This is too good to be true. Something deep inside you is telling you that you should be suspicious. Therefore, you prefer to be cautious and cross the room while avoiding the little table, to continue your adventure.

You exit the room and are now in front of a majestic marble stairway. Some tiny Greek statues looking like mythology's gods are decorating the handrail, as if to welcome you. You are impressed but also scared: where will these statues lead you? Gathering all your courage, you slowly but surely climb the stairs. They lead you to another circular room, completely different from the previous one. This dark room is only lighted by some tiny dying lamps placed a little bit everywhere on the ground. The walls are decorated with large oval gold framed mirrors. The atmosphere is heavy and seeing all these reflections is making you feel ill-at-ease.

Suddenly, the door violently closes behind your back. You are trapped.

"Well done Y/N... I really thought you would be the first one to die."

You shudder. It is the same voice than the one at the begging of the game. It cannot be good. Besides, you are a little bit upset by his remark.

A blinding light lights the back of the room. You blink several times in order to get used to it.

"As you can see, there are three mirror doors in front of you. The choice is yours, Y/N..."

You cautiously walk to them, while biting your lower lip. What is going to happen this time? Scared, you carefully observe your reflections in each of the mirror doors. In the first one, you have the impression of seeing yourself through a thermographic camera. Even if the main colour is blue, some parts of your body are red and orange, drawing your attention to them like a magnet. You then look at your second reflection. It is black and white, as if you were in one of those old films. Finally, in the last mirror, your reflection is blurred, as if you forgot to wear your glasses.

There must be a meaning behind these reflections...

"Tick tock time is running out! Which door will you choose? I can't wait!"

This horrible voice will not let you think peacefully. You wince.

Which reflection do you choose?

You choose the thermographic reflection: continue to chapter 4 (A).

You choose the black and white reflection: continue to chapter 4 (B).

You choose the blurred reflection: continue to chapter 4 (C).