The limp body hangs now in the room from a rope attached to the ceiling boards, as if they were placed there just for that. The contorted, grotesque smile on its face now sure to never fade. After all, it has achieved the freedom it wanted so badly. Just perhaps not quite like it had hoped. Behind it lies a door, once covered by a tattered curtain but now revealed as the limp, ragged cloth falls to the ground. On it lies a doorknob with a unique, almost floral design, and below it, two locks, each with their own embossing of a part of the knob's design, that seem somehow familiar...

Now that the cloth has fallen away, the second half of a message scribbled on the wall in a desperate font is revealed.

The only way out...

Is the keys.