You knock at the door and a short lady comes to the door.
"How do I get out of this place?" you ask.
"Come in, come in," she says, "people are always getting lost around here. Do you want some cookies?"
She brings out a tray of freshly baked cookies and you ask "Did you know I was coming?"
"I have cameras set up near the entrance, most people who come in the park end up here, so I make cookies when someone enters. You won't be able to leave today. You will have to wait until tomorow."
"Tomorow!?"
"Don't worry sir, but I must warn you... The longer you stay here, the more... animalistic you will become."
"Are you trying to say I'll go psycho or something?"
"Look at your hand."
"Gah?! What the hell!? Scales? Claws?"
"Theres nothing you can do. sleeping will slow it down though, so go to the elevaor over there and go to B6."
"But-"
"There's nothing I can do. Go to sleep, and have some cookies. They are delicious."
"Ok..." You take the plate she is offering you with your scaly, clawed hands, and go to your room.