Shinji:*opens my eyes, but the area is now filled with a more sinister overtone. I am lying on the ground, and the wals around me are mettalic and rusted*

......


*gets up, only to find that all my clothes are gone, replaced with a tattered shirt and old pants with holes in them*


...what the hell...


*beside me, is an old, rusted knife*

..... fuck.. not again...


*picks up the knife, and looks toward the dark, horribly lit corridor. Three doors on either side seem to glow faintly, as if waiting to be opened*