How is it that I sensed this door in this way? I open myself to it, and to the knowledge and power it may provide.
As you regard the door, and as the members of the No State Separatists discuss the calibers of various munitions, you hear the voice of Agent Karl Meeks buzzing in your ear once more.
"Can you give me a report?" he says. "I get antsy when you stay out of contact."
You speak without thinking, distracted. "A door," you say. "I see a large, ebony-black door before me. Red writing around its edge. It just…was there, where it hadn't been before. I feel some sort of connection with it."
"Okay, stand by," says Meeks, as if you'd just told him of an approaching change in the weather. You don't hear him again for twenty seconds, but then his electronic voice comes squealing and clicking to you again. "Do not approach the door," he says. "Do not touch it. Above all, do not open it. The door is super, super dangerous. Is that understood? Consider everything I just said a direct order from the higher-ups."
You manage a small smile. Who can give orders to the dead? What you do, you do by choice. If you disobey, and you lose this responsibility…then you are still just dead, as you were before.