Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the policeman managed to cut a portion of his meat and stuck it towards the now bigger hole at the lower side of the black door standing before us. You know what, I still don't get why he used his zipper as a knife. It's so stupid; I just can't help laughing at him while he does it.
Nevertheless, the door opened, and we finally saw what lies within the third area. So far, there's no sudden guy who jumped out of nowhere to surprise us, and there's also no relevant deaths happening to my team. This time, we ought to change that somehow.
I see that they're now reliving the poor life fantasy in their dungeons. Hmph! Maybe they only added such an area in their dungeon simply because they think the very sight of a poor man's home alone is enough to torture their mind that is used to seeing the opulence and extravagance of life.
What a damn disgusting family. It makes me wanna puke just thinking about them!