👉 A dimly lit, echoing room. The air is thick with tension. Sarah, determined, scans the space. She spots a sign: "Cult Handicap Removal Services." Her heart races. She moves swiftly, scanning for the door. Reaches it in a flash, grabs the keycard, and slams it in. The door hisses open. Sarah steps inside, eyes scanning the cluttered room filled with outdated equipment and faded posters. She spots a wheelchair, barely visible. Without hesitation, she grabs it, pushing it forward. Time ticks away as she navigates the labyrinthine corridors, her focus unwavering. Finally, she reaches the wheelchair and lifts it, sliding into place with practiced ease. Satisfaction washes over her as she turns off the lights, ready to tackle the next step.
