Well, I am thinking a certain degree of panic might be called fFor, eh.

Crazy building we somehow fFell into: Crazy.
Creepy locked doors: Creepy.
Scary dead guy: Scary.
Terrifying noise signaling the realization that we are not alone in this place: *Terrifying!*


WIELD THAT CURTAIN ROD LIKE IT'S A fFUCKING LIGHTSABER AND YOU ARE DARTH REVAN!


I'd say run, but there is basically nowhere to run to.