Second Lock
He nearly fell over against the door once reaching it, catching himself with his hand against the shiny, silver door. What was troublesome before him was that the door was kept shut by multiple handles around the threshold.
It was a problem due to his absent stamina, forcing him to lean against the door and slowly pry the handles from the exit.
"Come on…" He weakly mumbled.
Each time he squeezed one of the rocky handles, having to twist them to unblock the door, he felt his muscles ignite as if being torn and burnt.
Finally, he unlatched the final handle, completely unsealing the door as a "pop" sounded out, causing the exit to slowly creak open.
At last, he was free from the deathly chamber of titanium, finding a peculiar room waiting beyond.
"…This is…" He said out loud.