⠀
⠀⠀It manifests as a door beside them, the world distorting and twisting until there lay a door where it was not previously.

⠀⠀An exit, a way of saying: you've given me what I want, you may take your exit.
⠀

I… I don’t /know./

( They whisper, with abject horror in their synthetic voice. )

I… I just want out.

( Their weak bravado is failing them, too. Desperately, they check their internal contacts list… but they hesitate, not wanting to find out if that, too, would fail. )

I-Is this… Am I /dead?/

( The thought of how /unsure/ they are of their own state makes them shudder. )

( Yet they seem to be right back where they started every time they turn around, to try and gain their bearings. )

( At some point, they try breaking into a full /run./ Perhaps they can outpace it? Whatever ‘it’ is, anyway. They hold onto their fast-fading, determined outlook like a lifeline… )

( It's too warm in here for their liking, and the air is too stale. Dragon forces themselves to move forward, hoping /something/ would cool them off. )

( They hope this is just... a strange, frightening nightmare, like all the other ones. But this one seems too different, and too /real./ )