You grow tired of this door, you grow tired of this place. You are getting angry. It is not your fault that you wound up in this place.
And then, you see it.
Through your squinted eyes and enraged face, you see… text, words, appear on the door. Letters, words, something appears engraved in the door, chiseling its place in the skin of the large steel slab. As each letter appears, the bleeding intensifies, and as the blood drips down to the floor, pooling in a grotesque display of macabre absurdity, you feel queasy.
Something has changed.
The word that appears: “NOTHINGNESS”.