Any others?
She doesn't answer. Her eyes seemed to have gone blank. She mutters
something under her breath and then begins to walk out the door. The
walk is in a slow, rhythmic fashion that vaguely reminds you of the
walking of a wind-up toy.
"What the hell is her problem?" Dave asks.
All of a sudden, you begin to hear something; an enchanting violin
tune coming from the door behind where you found the woman. It's
mesmerizing and compels you to find out who is playing it. But there's
also a matter of the woman who just left.
"Do you know if there are any others trapped somewhere in
here?"
