You run towards the left door, but as you open it, the roamer grabs your feet. In between screams and moments of passivity you attribute to Hazel's candle being out, it continues to hold your legs, and eventually knocks you out.
One last moment of lucidity strikes you as you open your eyes for the last time: your feet, ripped from their legs, as the ghoul knaws on your shins.
Go back to main menu.