Having lost your way, you fling open the first door you come to and fumble your way into a dimly lit room. You can hear strains of Alice in Chains coming from a record player in the corner, the green glow of the turntable eerily casting a glow onto what looks like… oh good lord WHAT IS THAT?!!

A flickering bulb overhead illuminates an iPhone, a set of keys, and a notepad on a nearby table. Still catching your breath, you mull through your choices.

If you arm yourself with the iPhone, go to the home page

If you pick up the keys for later, go to the services page

If you take the notebook and move on, go to the about page