That's Not It

Drake gasped for air, scrambling back onto his feet. The revelation that Bob, the alleged leader of the resistance, was actually the true mafia sent shockwaves through him. As Bob ruthlessly carried out a massacre among his resistance members, Drake realized he had to flee.

“Sh*t! I need to find the small gaps,” he muttered, hastily leaving the room. He darted through various rooms, desperately searching for a gap on the floor.

“Finally!” he exclaimed, spotting a small opening after shoving a cabinet aside. He jumped in, only to find himself on another lower floor of the same level.

“This isn't it! I should land in another high-ceilinged space,” he muttered. “Hmm, is that the one?”