I walked into the bathroom to shave. Sind si got my new job I’ve had to shave my face every single day. It’s tedious and tiring. I bent down to get my razor out of the drawer and when I looked up my mirror was gone and there was a set of doors. Something ticked in the back room and a sign on the doors told me I had 10 seconds.

Do I go to my job to make money? Or do I go through the doors into what looks like a pub? By the time I had snapped out of my shock I only had five seconds. A day off from work wouldn’t be too bad…right?

Three seconds.

I pushed open the doors and climbed through into a musty alcohol smelling pub.