Let them take you, you decide. Let them take you! Even if they do decide to kill you, some other deranged fuck will take up your mantle and keep the holy streak going. Your body is filled with a violent energy, forcing you along. It hisses, a maw threatening to swallow you entirely if you dare stop. You make it into a building.

It's quiet compared to the streets outside. The thrumming is muffled, now just a loose background noise. Meaning is but sand through your fingers now. Your soul tears at your throat, mumbling soft nothings. You don't pay attention to your surroundings, the deep red light seeping from the windows and the shimmering of somehow still fresh blood on your hands telling you all you need to know. The metal steps thump hollowly under your feet.

It didn't matter. None of this truly mattered to you. The gnarled, half rotten abyss of what could be considered your sanity at this point seems to veer off in wild, contextless directions. What would you even want out of this? What could you want out of this? You were nothing to the world at this point.

You make it to a particular door, but it looks unchanged compared to the others besides a stark red light over the door frame.

Instinctively, you knock.