As the barks of the dog echo and dissapear you pull yourself out of the tunnel and are hit with the smell of grease and tomato sauce.

You find yourself in a room where the walls and floor are all made of Papa Johns pizza boxes. Truly, this is your worst nightmare. You call out for Leon, but the air is silent. The smell of lesser quality pizza lingers in the air, making you yearn for pizza that is actually good, like Dominos. You carefully move forward to see what is written on the open pizza bos nailed to the wall with a petrified slice of disgusting Papa Johns pizza.

Welcome to Papa Johns, worse pizza, worse fate! Try to escape if you dare, or continue to sulk in stale misery and yearning for Dominos Pizza. Your Leon is in another room.

To the left is a door that smells of Dominos, to the right a door that is literally made of old Papa Johns pizza, what will you choose?