Darkness seems to come from at you from all sides, and the air seems

unusually thick, almost weighing you down. Silence fills the air, and

every sound you make seems like some descration, as if demanding

something to take notice. Strange skittering seems to bounce off the

walls, ending in your ears like giant foot steps. You find yourself in

a large jail cell, with a closed gate to the west. Some letters have

been scratched on the stone wall here.