Out from the shadows of the labyrinth, a mysterious stranger appeared, wearing clothes made of woven cords. His arms were long, and dragged behind him as he walked. Doccia gripped my hand tightly, and everyone in the group looked on in terror as he approached us, and began to speak.

“Behold, my Lord, this cavalcade of sinners, fleeing their divine punishment…you all must realize that the Worm cries out for your blood…

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Unfortunately, I cannot escort more than one of you at a time. Which of you will it be…? Who among you is ready to meet your destiny?? I will choose...

...You, with the empty head.”