The voice from the grave

a chill over her far worse than the room's frigid temperature. She wanted to run, to get far away, but her legs wo

ing pounding of her own pulse in her ears. The gloom around her appeared to elongate and pull, distorting and tur

e to suffer the results still." Rachel parted her mouth to say something, but no words issued out. The fear stuck in

the door had shut behind her, sealing her fate, the area ahead of her appeared to stretch on into the gulf. There was absolutely no way out. None escape. You're fearful, the guy kept on, his tone hushed, ne

ot stop me galactically killing from flames of pure passion.*"The witness shall see the end..."* Rachel attempted to step rear, but her legs refused to comply. An invisible strength seemed to be keeping her stationary, stuck in the web of whispers and shadows. The guy's ey

t, she spotted something far more sinister behind his eyes. Something mo

and almost worshipful. "The voice that guided you here. Rachel was me. Fr

and had tortured her. She had sensed its presence, a continuous draw leading her to the cemetery, to the

ou're lying." 'It is not possible, I replied. You can't. Raising a finger to his lip

l, notwithstanding. Now, you have none. Still, the frigi

him. She fought against the pull of his presence, the oppressive weight of the room, with all her remaining str

s cannot. You will get the thing buried for millennia, the darkness. You will know what Emma saw before she died. Rachel's brain whirled. Emma. Photography. The icons. All of it. All of it related to

ring her. You have no choice, Rachel. You unlocked the door. You opened the gate. His hand, cold as ice, grazed against her cheek and she felt a trembling of fear. B

ng the truth demands you forsake your innocence. You have to welcome the darkness,

return. She had already given up so much, her safety, her peace, her sanity, but now it felt as if the price would be far higher than she ha

voices that seemed to resonate throughout her very core. And afterwards, like from nowhere, a frigid blast of wind blew across the space putting

t under her, falling to the floor panting for air. Rachel... Soft and taunting, the whisper rang in her

ll of fear. She opened her mouth to say something, but no sound came. Her lips moving in silent desperation, she instead re

f to answer her question, but the words she tried to say were washed by the d

eft only the cold, dead quiet behind. Renunciatingängeschlossen to Emma, the

he reality has found you. Then the room started shaking too. The ground starts to shake as Rachel goes to Emma,