Agartha

-Prisoner: I will really call the police for sending those photographs and anger to jail.
I can't breathe. It's getting more and more in my room. I'm hiding in the closet, I'm getting short of breath. I feel the door to my room open.
Suddenly, I feel a breath in my back and a stabbing pain in my abdomen. I touch myself, I am full of blood and I begin to lose consciousness.....

Congratulations, you reached the sixth final and you are dead. (6/14).
End Of Story