The harsh sound of the door opening cut through the air as Jason looked inside.
All was pitch black, and, with his eyesight, he could not make out anything within.
But this did not hinder his advance.
Not being able to see didn't mean he couldn't smell!
The scent of 'food' was already flooding over him.
Thud!
Jason took another step forward.
At that moment, Jason was fully standing inside the room, with the door slowly closing behind him.
Bang!
Finally, the door shut completely.
And just as the door sealed shut, the lights in the room flickered on.
Under the soft light, a vast kitchen appeared before Jason.
Every long table in the kitchen was laden with food.
A roasted chicken with golden, crispy skin, seasoned with salt and pepper, its drumsticks removed and the ends neatly wrapped in foil to a round shape.
