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Fear of the hungry looking jaguar makes you decide to try your makeshift lock pick on the wooden door. Anything has to be better than becoming a cat’s meal, and you figure the best way out, is probably the way you came in, so you crouch down in front of the lock and begin examining the mechanism. As you lean in closer, and press your body against the wooden door to peer into the key hole, the old hinges squeak. The sound alerts the guard. You can hear his footsteps in the hallway outside as he walks toward you. Frozen with fear of getting caught trying to escape, you remain silent for a moment as the guard checks the look on the door.

“Hey! You better not be trying any funny business.” The guard says, and then walks away.

You insert the bone fragment into the keyhole and begin probing and fishing for a solution. The edge of the bone catches something promising inside the locking mechanism. It’s as if you might be able to actually unlock the door, but as soon as you twist the bone and apply force to the lock, the bone fragment snaps into two with a discouraging crack disappointment.

The sound alerts the guard once again, this time the sound of his footsteps are rushed, as he hurries to the door, his keys jangling, as he fumbles with the lock.

“I told you!” he shouts.

The door violently swings open, and a man, twice your size is standing in the doorway with a club in his hand. Before you have a chance to react, he bashes you in the forehead. You fall to the ground and the world goes black. In an unconscious state, your fate is now decided for you.
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