"Fuck!" Johnny falls to his knees when the creature hits him, its arm locked around him, growling like a rabid animal into his ear. Oh god it hurts, it's burning his skin, digging claws in to draw blood.

Then everything tilts, and it loses its hold and goes careening down the inclined floor. Johnny barely manages to grab onto a pillar, curling up as books and furnishings tumble around him. He hears the violent creak of as the shelf moves aside, opening up the aortic pathway. Johnny stares up at the new exit, lit red and pulsing, and he doesn't want to, he really doesn't want to, but this library is not safe and he has to keep moving.

He scrambles to his feet, motivated largely by the continued wailing and gnashing coming from the creature as it struggles to get back up toward him, and launches himself up the steep floor toward the opening.

He doesn't know where this leads, but it's better than the library, maybe.

Now that he has a moment to catch his breath, he doesn't feel any better. He still doesn't know where he is, but he knows it's not safe, and he knows it's familiar. The creature that wants to tear him apart, the architecture that doesn't obey physics... He wants to get out. Has to get out.

Where the hell does this tunnel lead?