You feel the dagger pierce your skin. Blood drips slowly from your
chest. Again, the voice tells you to back away. As the once hooded
body brings his arm back, you obey the female voice and take one step
backward. You back into a cold wall. You feel it on my back. Just as
you are to be lanced, the wall turns and spins you into a dark, cold,
damp room with no windows only doors.