:DESCRIPTION
`7The padded walls of the closet look like gray rock. This has often
inspired patients to smash themselves violently into them in the hopes
of inflicting injury. You don't recall authorizing the use of such
unusual padding, but perhaps you did. You shake your head, hoping to
clear away the cloudy feeling of uncertainty. The small closet is void
of any furnishings. Its only exit is west, back into the patient cell.

:STABBED
`2You step into the closet and Chuck picks that moment to attack. You feel
the surprising sting of death as the homicidal maniac makes a bloody mess
of your back. You fall to the closet floor face-down with a shocked, pained
expression frozen on your face. Chuck stands over you proudly. A muffled
gasp escapes your lips and you die.

:SUPPORT
|MAKE x |SHADOW x x MAKESHAD
|MAKE x |PUPPET x x MAKESHAD
LOOK x |UNFAMIL x x LOOKSHAD
LOOK x |SHADOW x x LOOKSHAD

:MAKESHAD
`2You twist and contort your hands in an attempt to make a shadow puppet on
the wall. Nothing happens. That must only work for the patients.

:LOOKSHAD
`2You investigate the small closet and realize that there are no shadow
monsters here. That must only work if you're a patient.

:END