What happened here?

The golden light melts away into the blue, glassy darkness of your mind. In it are two neon lit shapes: a man and a woman on the single bed.

The golden light melts away into the blue, glassy darkness of your mind. In it are two neon lit shapes: a man and a woman on the single bed.

No. We're not failing this. You didn't get shot for nothing. Close your eyes and open them -- you can do this. You've done it before.

A vague sense of disappointment fills you. The glass shimmers as if taunting you with its secrets.

You don't know when to quit, do you?

Again with this. You're not some kind of super-detective. Question people, bust a lip open. Leave this glass cathedral of ballistics to the smart boys.