You climb up the chute you fell down from but lose your grip as the jagged end of the rocks cut into the palm of your hand. You fall to the floor and pass out again...
You wake up, tied up and back in the room. You see an old man sewing something across the room.
He talks to you.
"So, child, It seems you've found my lair. I am the costumer. I make magical costumes that morph the wearer into whatever the costume was. Unfortunately, you know about my lair and I must feed you to my...pet."
This is not good... You try to find your phone but it isnt there...
"Your phone doesnt work here boy, best to lose hope."
You can hear growling on the other side of the room...