Contrary the Ragon

You turn the doorknob of Door #1. A blinding light shines before you. You naturally shield your eyes until the devastating light fades. Slowly, you open your eyes. You survey your surroundings, crying once you see nothing but that same dark void. All hope isn't lost, however. Far in the distance, you notice a floating chunk. Instinctively, you start sprinting towards it. Even though your leg still hurts, your determination and perseverance keeps you going. You stop suddenly when a gentle voice can be heard.

"Touching my tail isn't funny, and deserves a strict punishment. Welcome to the Dimension of Altón, but you may call it "The End." A dimension that I rule. All who touch my tail are destined to awaken here. The voices you may hear traveling through the silent air are the voices of those who's consciousness fused with the nothingness and terror this dimension has to offer."

"You have chosen the door of Caring, so I'll give you an opportunity unlike any other. You will forever wander here, but you have a chance to save others who may be so foolish as to touch my tail. You will be able to see my other victims through a special doorway I have devised. You get the chance to warn them. Simply tell them to apologize and they will be freed from this dimension. Such privilege, however, comes with a price. You will no longer be entitled to a voice. You know what that means."

The terrifying thought of the disheveled figure comes to mind. You lose control again and start trembling with fear. You attempt to shout "I'm sorry" but find that no words escape your lips. You panic as you bring your face to your mouth. The thought of the disheveled figure once again coes to mind. You lose control and start running. Where you're going you don't know. Away from all of this.

"There isn't an escape. Accept your punishment. Game Over."