I decide to try and go around to the back. I could get lucky with an open door or maybe a mail slot. I slowly peek around the corner, not seeing anyone. I walk to the back and look up at the towering structure. It does have a mail slot! I quickly move towards it and push open the swinging flap. I know my mistake when something snaps. An iron cage springs up around me, trapping me in on all sides. A lumbering shape comes shrieking at me as my vision goes dark.

You have died.
Is this your second time, or first?
Maybe you should be reconsidering your line of work.