You take a step towards the trap door in the ceiling, drawn by the mystery of what's on the other side. It's brown painted surface is all you can smell. It's got a hold of your mind and you're starting to think if you turn away, it'll feel rejected.

You find your heart thumping fast, like you know there's gold behind the trap door on the ceiling and it's yours for the taking. Or was it evil? An evil force could be messing with your brain (or what's left of it), drawing you close to danger. The door could be a menace.

You soon dismiss the thought and find yourself grabbing for the ladder in the corner, knocking a cleaning solution over. The parcel is on the floor now, since you lacked the ability to hold it while snatching the ladder.

When you get in there, you become aware of the fact that if you continue to motion upward, you'd be in a room. Then you see that the air vent continues on down and then you start thinking of the parcel, all at once.

The decisions are tarring your mind apart from it's self! What kind of person would you be if you left the parcel and didn't do your job properly? Would it hurt to go snoop and find what draws you into the trap door on the ceiling?

You stand on the ladder in question. What would the real me do in this situation?