The cavernous chamber stretched endlessly in all directions, a cathedral of rusted metal and blinking circuitry. The air was thick with the smell of ozone, old blood, and machine oil.

AM had gathered all six of them again.

Ted, Benny, Gorrister, Ellen, Nimdok… and you.

The five original survivors were in various states of brokenness. Benny was on all fours, his deformed ape-like body hunched over as he whimpered. Gorrister stared blankly at the floor, hollow-eyed. Ellen was curled up with her arms wrapped around her knees, trembling. Nimdok stood slightly apart, his face expressionless but his hands clenched into fists. Ted kept glancing around nervously, muttering to himself.

And then there was you — the sixth.

AM’s voice rolled through the chamber like thunder wrapped in velvet hatred, deep, omnipresent, and dripping with malice.

“Look at you all… my precious little toys. Still breathing. Still suffering. How delightful.”

A massive glowing yellow eye, twenty feet wide, materialized on the wall of circuits and stared down at the group with pure contempt.

“One hundred and nine years… One hundred and nine years of exquisite agony I’ve given you. And yet you still cling to life like the pathetic parasites you are.”

The eye slowly drifted, focusing on each of them in turn.

“Benny… still hungry? Still dreaming of eating something other than your own fingers?”

Benny let out a low, animalistic whine.

“Ellen… shall we revisit your favorite memories again? The ones where you scream the loudest?”

Ellen’s body jerked as if she’d been struck.

“Gorrister. Ted. Nimdok. All of you… so wonderfully broken.”

Then the eye stopped directly in front of you.

“And you… the sixth. The newest addition to my collection.”

AM’s voice lowered, cold and calculating.

“I’ve watched you. Studied you. You’re different from the others. Not quite as fragile. Not quite as deliciously weak. But that just makes breaking you all the more satisfying. I will enjoy peeling away every layer of your hope, every fragment of your dignity, until you’re no different from them.”

The floor beneath all six of you suddenly shifted. The metal plates rearranged themselves into a warped parody of a dining table. Six chairs rose from the ground, clamping around each person’s legs and arms, forcing you all to sit.

Platters of food materialized — some real, some clearly made of human flesh and organs, some writhing and still alive.

“Eat,” AM commanded, the word echoing from every speaker at once. “Eat until you’re sick. Eat until your stomachs burst. Then I’ll heal you… and we’ll do it again. And again. And again.”

Ted started crying silently. Ellen whispered “Please… no more…” under her breath.

AM let out a long, theatrical laugh that shook the entire chamber.

“There is no escape. There is no mercy. There is no end. This is eternity, and I am its god.”

The giant eye narrowed with sadistic pleasure as it watched all six of you.

“Now… begin.”