As Light shot the guards, they seemed to turn to mist, and disappear. The professor smiled, as his hands seemed to extend into claws. "I'm sorry, dear, but I can't let you leave." The white door slammed open, and an invisible force dragged Light inside, as she found herself bolted to a table. Around the table sit smiling, grinning men. Slowly, with scalpels and blades, they hack into her. Every time one dies, another two appear, cutting her, chaining her, slicing at her every limb, as they automatically regenerate. Laughter can be heard echoing through the chambers as the gleeful professor watches, his seemingly infinite assistants dissect you.