Lonely, yet insurmountable stands the massive wooden door in a dark corner of the room. Through the weathered windows you can see outlines of fields and a bright blue sky calling for you. It seems as if the door might’ve always been there without budging to anything.
The massive doors on metal hinges painfully remind you of your predicament. Half-heartedly, knowing the outcome full well, you press down the handle, but nothing happens. At least not yet. What good would an unopenable door be?
To the left of the door, you find the switchboard. Could it lead you to freedom?