The Streak - 88

We travel the casino’s gold and purple carpet, past the labyrinthine tables and machines, and finally reach the polished marble of some type of lobby. We ascend an escalator to a shiny galleria: shoes, jewelry, lingerie; each store occupied only by a lonely employee gazing blankly at the entrance.

There is no exit.

We go back down, turn back, walk down a hall and finally find ourselves in a spacious atrium. There’s a double set of doors on the other side. Beyond them: darkness.