A new mood.

Without a face. He needs three. One for each memory.

Template of a mind gone backwards, etched into the back of the unconcsious tranperancy that has been projected into the burning room's ceiling. The exits have been clearly marked. Everyone should proceed calmly as if sedated. Emotions have no place here, only the complete lack of and perhaps an expletive every now and then so that the tower knows you are doing well. Ignore the guns. They will not be fired unless you think. Do not think. Only walk. Perhaps make cow noises as the rotweillers herd you. They will not bite you unless you step out of line. Do not focus on the negative or the voices in your head. Everything is fine. Everything is as it should be.