​​The doorway is dark, as if there's nothing lit up at all on the other side. It's just a gaping maw of pitch blackness, and even as one who lords over shadows... this seems a bit much. He doesn't just step into an unlit doorway with no visuals, despite having little to no choice.

Not that it really matters much. As soon as he shifts his stance a little, letting out a quiet grumble under his breath, he hears a creak. His trigger finger itches for just a split second, mental alarms blaring inside his ears, and it takes everything that he has to keep from shooting at the thing that suddenly comes barreling out from the darkness.

He snarls loudly as a mannequin monster hurls itself at him and attempts to pin him down, its multiple limbs both metallic and some flesh, dangle about above him like a creepy mobile. It snaps its head up to stare at Jack, the soulless doll-like expression boring into him as its head tilts in slow but jolting motions.