"Hahahaha, Insanity he says." As if it wasn't already the sign of madness to delve into this dungeon knowing there's no return from it alive.

So what now? It doesn't feel any different than earlier, other than yet another electric shock. Where did the fucker go?

Can this sword slice him up?

"Come on, don't give me the silent treatment now!"

Ouch, this was too loud, it seemed like a whisper but it almost bursts my eardrums.

Or did the echoes get amplified in this broken concrete corridor?

Where the hell was this going? Argh, another sharp headache.

What the fuck am I doing on the floor? It's dirty, although the dust particles glisten in the neon light.

It's like snowfall, except it's upside down.

They dance to the rhythm of the breathing, will they stop if I hold it back long enough?

No, no, wait, let's kill that fucker first, where did he go?

While this entire place rumbles and spins around it's hard to stand up.

"Make it stop." This was still too loud, and my mouth didn't even move.

And now I can't hear the thoughts anymore. Insanity my ass, these cheap tricks won't stop me from...

What was I doing here? Where is this here anyway? These walls, they look ugly.

Grey concrete, peeling blue and white paint, broken floor tiles. Is this still the guardhouse?

No, that thing had ugly green PVC, and while it was a long twelve hours, it shouldn't be this long.

What time is it anyway? Whoa, the seconds are speeding like crazy on this clock.

Three o'clock? Morning? Afternoon? Wait, it's three thirty. Forty? Isn't this way too fast?

This whole place is disgusting, don't they have a cleaning crew?

Cheapskates. And where are the games from this arcade?

Why is there a sword on the ground? And a shield? Who even carries these things anymore?

Wait, aren't they mine? This is weird, but okay, no more questions.

Let's roll with it. Prove them wrong.

Who's the insane here? Wait no, no questions.

Nobody here matches those specific requirements to be eligible for such a title.

I'm going to tell that to the cops too, right in their face.

"Your Honor, the Status Effect is mistaken. It wasn't me."

Okay, if it's a sword and shield on the ground, a sword and shield I'll take to kill that fucker.

Who or what exactly, um, there will be enough time to figure out later.

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He said to go all the way to the end of this corridor. Let's hope there will be someone to kill there, it's getting boring.

How long is this place?

I've been standing here for at least five minutes and... Oh, right, to move forward you have to, you know, walk.

Okay, let's try this then. There is so much dust here, and the sparkly particles float like this tin can.

Talk about light on fat, if the food flies now, that's next-level diet crap.

How would it taste?

"Ow, fuck you."

The little shit is full of electric charges and fell on the ground after trying to grab it.

"You eat it then." A few steps to gather momentum, and kick it as hard and as far as it would go.

And bam, it smashes against the concrete at the end of the corridor.

"So it does have an end." That's good to know, though it sounded like the bang came from kilometers away.

And why is it so dark now? Ah. Who would have thought that you see better with the eyes open?

Crazy right?

No, no, no. There's nothing crazy here, in fact, nobody is insane.

Following the tin can, the hallway splits in two again.

There's nothing forward, only a blank wall.

It turns left, continuing on the same level, and to the right, it's a ripped-open door with a metal staircase down.

"Is this some fucked up pool party here?" It's a narrow corridor around the room, already a meter below this hallway.

Broken, rusted railings, and an even deeper pit in the middle, halfway underwater.

This fluid isn't any clearer than the rest of this complex.

Someone seems to enjoy the place regardless. Charred black rats swim around between the floating garbage.

Once they notice me, they struggle ashore.

"Hello, friends? So what is this place?"

They squeak and rush towards me and the first one to get here wastes no time to bite an ankle.

It doesn't feel like anything, it looks like I have some thick socks on, but let's not let them do that.

"Stop it." They aren't as polite as you'd expect, was the greeting too quiet?

Shaking him off the leg doesn't do much, and after kicking the first one away, the others try to do the same.

"Stop it, I said, you're being rude. There are some boundaries you shouldn't cross with someone you only met."

Ow, ow, it's getting worse, there is a line of tiny hearts at the bottom of my vision, and one of them burst.

A message claims that a Death Rat caused one damage, isn't that nasty?

"Okay, fuck it, I tried to be nice, but if you don't want to talk, and bite my leg instead, you kind of have to die."

This sword is so weird, it looks like something a Roman soldier would use.

Well, whatever, as long as it does the job. And oh boy, it does work like a charm, slicing up these little friends. The way they turn into fireworks looks amazing.

Every time one does that, a message ahead says it killed them, which sounds a bit scary, but they started it.

[You killed a Death Rat +114 Exp]

"Hey, let's make one big pyrotechnic show out of you."

They must have liked the idea because they all gathered around me now.

"Okay, stand still." Except they don't want to listen. Oh well, it's good this blade is light and fast.

It doesn't matter how much they jump around, it can still slice them clean in half. And then boom.

This place isn't all that bad, when was the last time I saw real fireworks?

[You killed a Death Rat +114 Exp]

[You killed a Death Rat +114 Exp]

It still feels rude that they try to bite me, but once they all disappear I wish there were a few more to play with.

And what's this cracking sound from behind? Wait, he's not trying to shock me again, right?

That felt awful, if he comes any closer, I'm going to stab him right in the...

What the hell, it's only a floating ball of electricity.

"Don't come close, it still stings." At least the shield looks one hundred percent wood, it shouldn't conduct electricity.

Except for the edges, they have a steel binding to reinforce it, though the handle is a separate piece. It should keep him away. Right?

"Get inside the room already." Wait, did it talk?

Is it a floating speaker that short-circuited or something? What's with that tone though? Who do you think you're talking to?

It's a genuine question because I don't know. And wait, most of that room is underwater.

Doesn't he know what a serious safety hazard that is, when he throws sparks all over the place?

It's better to keep him out before he does something stupid, let's see how well the shield works.