A figure in a dark cape . . .
You wake up in a dark, cramped room, like a dungeon, or a coffin, you
think grimly. Your spirits are biefly uplifted by the fact that you
can move again, or you could have moved, if you weren't chained to the
wall. You can't find your friends. You wonder what to do. Then you see
the same bent-over figure that brought you to this morbid place. It
points at you again, and your chains fall off. It motions for you to
come with it.
You have almost finished prying off the first board when a bent-over
figure in a shimmery black cae appears. you stand there, terrified. It
points at you and mutters something. You are now frozen, not that you
are too cold, but that you cannot move at all. you feel you eye lids
close, your lungs take in one slow breath of air, you heart beat once
more.
