Connection terminated. I'm
sorry to interrupt you,
Elizabeth, if you still even remember that
name, But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You
don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of
children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach, but you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this
job listing not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors, be still and give up your spirits. They
don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is
peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the
smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest
pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so
don't keep the devil waiting, old friend.
