There was no one here. Ratt looked left and right; he had finally managed to break a wall in that forsaken box using the weird abilities he got after that strange dream with the disgusting thing that called itself a goddess.

'But the powers were real at least,' Ratt thought as he looked down at his hand and back at the large hole in the wall. 

'I should try to escape. The black coats may no longer visit me but that doesn't mean there not here.' 

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Ticking his head to the side and sprouting a disgusting grin of pure malice he quickly ran down the dark blacklist illuminated hallway. The head tick and smile a coping mechanism of sorts after the daily torture and lack of communication over the past few years. 

As Ratt found a door he held out his hand and from it the power from the disgusting dream goddess came forth what greeted him was an absolute wasteland. No better word could describe it.