MAN OF 7 SHINGLES/Tiles

Your appearance was accompanied by a bright light and a pleasant warmth. Your body seemed to float for a moment, but it quickly ended, replaced by darkness and cold. You found yourself in an ordinary cave, where two dark passages to the right and left added to the eeriness. There were also old, rusty rails with a huge wheel mounted on them, like that of a small rodent. The light was very dim, but you had no choice. You walked along the dark, railless cave passage, watching the light of another wall lamp in the distance. Suddenly, you hear a sound, and something cold touches your shoulder painfully. The light comes on, and you see a scene before you: you're pinned against the wall with a huge wrench. It's held by a wooden humanoid with a long, crazed smile. — DON'T MOVE! Don't move. I'm neutral, just checking! Are you friendly, FRIEND? His voice was harsh and unpleasantly loud in the cave's silence. Despite his trembling, he patiently waited for your answer, his gaze fixed on your face.