He jerked me around to face back into the room.

He stood facing into it, looking north across the lake.

My body weight smashed him face first into the ground.

Or more, if it wasn't necessary for each to face into a common chamber.

He kept his voice low and faced away from the room, into a corner.

The last was spoken over her shoulder as she turned away from him, to face into the night.

One faces forward into the room, the other toward the rear.

The chair in the far corner, facing into the room.

Then he fell, face down, into the mud at their feet.

Fish are swimming without actually moving, faces into the current.