The ghostly presence that menaces you grows with each minute you spend exploring these dreadful catacombs. You walk faster, glancing behind you nervously every few steps. Why does it hound you? What is its purpose? It tugs and pulls on the periphery of your senses. You turn a sharp corner and its shapeless umbral form stares back at you. You spin and flee, passing through a narrow stone corridor you do not recognize. At every intersection, every corner, its shadowy arms reach for you, its many faces contorted in agony. You cannot escape. Resigned to your fate, you drop to your knees in hopelessness and stare down at the cold stone floor. You feel the presence approaching you and cannot bear to look up. Everything goes black.