You spryly launch yourself towards the TUTELARY DOOR and open the barren view to NO MAN'S LAND. Judging by the absence of evil, you consider the coast clear. NO MAN'S LAND boasts a short path to the bathroom, which is often useful. Opposite the bathroom door cowardly rests a SUSPICIOUS TABLE that is a home to potted plants that you maintain solely. Behind them on the wall is a familiar painting.


It's quiet. The stench of evil is not perceptible. Heralds of good news, however, present opportunities for the wicked. You contemplate NO MAN'S LAND for a moment, before you are rudely interrupted by your stomach. In the presence of THE GREATEST EVIL, your cover would have been totally blown.


You are so hungry.