The Puppeteer is downstairs

Isami: Hallway. Jim, Feather, hurry!

Task: Go through the hallway.

You rush down the stairs as fast as you can, nearly falling on the final steps, and...

John: I remember closing the doors. Although it doesn't matter now.

The Puppeteer is sitting on the floor next to the door. The final lock is lying in his lap, and there is an empty syringe on the floor nearby. You are unable to comprehend anything when Jim rushes over to him.

Jim: What was it? What have you injected yourself with?

The one called the Puppeteer closes his eyes. Jack grabs the syringe, peers into the remaining drops.

Jim: You asked me about medicines. Demanded a list of active substances and side effects.

John is smiling weakly as Jim opens his medical kit and searches through the ampoules. The dying man loses his consciousness when Jim ties a tourniquet around his arm above elbow and injects something in his vein.

Jim: One ampule, it should be enough...

Time slows to a treacle-like crawl, my pulse is throbbing in my ears. First dying person on your hands. Really dying one, and no one can stop it. Why does this first one have to be the one you wouldn't have minded killing just a few months ago…?

Failed suicide victim opens his eyes, stares at you dully.

Matt: Can't even die by himself.

Alice: Yes. A remarkably useless and weak person.

You turn around, but the voice is coming not from the stairs, but from the camera speaker. The hoarse, croaking voice behind your back...

John: Matt?

You are still turning, and the one called the Puppeteer is already rising to his feet.

John: The rules haven't changed. You gained your freedom by collecting the keys and opening the door. They will gain theirs, too. I've done a lot of things I regret, but I've kept my word, and I mean to go on keeping it.

Matt: No, my former teacher. You failed to keep your word. They haven't found the last key – that was you who gave it to them. You hadn't been that kind to us. So I'm not going to either. I'm the authority here, so it's for me to decide who's going to live or die, stay or leave. Instead of one more key, another ten from me.

You do not understand. The door is there, with no locks. You give it a push. Lean your shoulder against it, then all your weight.

Matt: I nailed it. You'll have to find the new door.

That calm, casual voice hits you like a hammer. You have been fighting for so long, collecting puzzles and keys… And now – another ten keys. From point zero.

Despair. Impotence. Anger.

Slap.

Isami: Feather, come to your senses.

You realize that you have been throwing yourself against the door, screaming, with John and doctor trying to hold you back. There is laughter in the speakers, a vibrating voice.

Alice: A charming scene. However, it's time we started… Teacher.

Matt: Yes, Alice. It's time.

The door shuts...

You have completed the second season! Your reputation among the Followers has increased by 1 You received some points of freedom and some tokens.

Fog: What the hell is Matt doing in the Puppeteer's place? Why has John come downstairs? Ryan's predictions came true. Can he cope with his former partner? To be continued on May 16!