Stand up and walk upstairs.
From Create Your Own Story
You stand up in the damp, dark cellar and wham your head into the cellar door. It opens, but your hands are still tied and you can't seem to move them at all.
You have popped out in the living room, which only lies a shattered TV, a rugged pile of clothing and a beat-down lavender denim couch, probably recycled and stolen.
You think to yourself, Who the hell isn't a criminal in Bronx? I mean, even the police are crazy down here!
