>Your name is NOT Berkeley.
>Change name to Cirno.
>Try to kick door down.
>If not, let yourself be taken. Don't want to game over just yet.
>It sure isn't! That person must have been talking about someone else.
...you can't help but feel sorry for whoever Berkeley is.
>You decide to call yourself Cirno for now!
>You try to kick the door down. It doesn't budge at all, and your kick leaves no mark on the door. Damn. This doesn't seem to be your average, run-of-the-mill wooden door. You should try something else.
>Letting yourself be taken to that person may not be a very good idea. Whoever it was said that you should be killed if you try to escape...
> Fuck. We'll have to wing it, then.
> For the moment, search down the bed and any nooks and crannies of the room. We might find something of use.
> Worse comes to worse, contemplate using bed as a weapon.
>The room seems completely bare, save the bed and carpet. The walls and ceiling are plain, and the latter is low enough to be easily reached, giving you a slight feeling of claustrophobia, despite the fact that you have no idea what that word means.
>The bed has a pillowcaseless pillow and a blanket, on top of a mattress. Searching them achieves no results, although they feel soft and inviting. Underneath the bed you find a few plastic bottles of what is probably water.
>You don't believe you could wield the bed, nor could you disassemble any of it into pieces you could use.