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Conexion terminada. Siento interrumpirte, Isabel. Si aún recuerdas ese nombre. Pero me temo que te han informado mal. No estás aquí para recibir un regalo. Tampoco has sido llamado aquí por el individuo que asumes. Aunque, de hecho, has sido llamado. Todos ustedes han sido llamados aquí. En un laberinto de sonidos y olores, mala dirección y desgracia. Un laberinto sin salida. Un laberinto sin premio. Ni siquiera te das cuenta de que estás atrapado. Tu sed de sangre te ha conducido en círculos interminables. Persiguiendo los gritos de los niños en alguna cámara invisible, siempre pareciendo tan cerca. De alguna manera está fuera de alcance. Pero nunca los encontrarás. Ninguno de ustedes lo hará. Aquí es donde termina su historia. Y a ti, mi valiente voluntario, que de alguna manera descubriste que esta oferta de trabajo no estaba destinada a ti. Aunque había una salida planeada para ti, tengo la sensación de que no es lo que quieres. Tengo la sensación de que estás justo donde quieres estar. yo también me quedo. estoy cerca Este lugar no será recordado y el recuerdo de todo lo que comenzó esto, finalmente puede comenzar a desvanecerse. Como debe ser la agonía de toda tragedia. Y a vosotros monstruos atrapados en los pasillos. Estate quieto. Y abandona tus espíritus. No te pertenecen. En cuanto a la mayoría de ustedes, creo que hay paz y tal vez, calor, esperándolos después de que se disipe el humo. Aunque, para uno de vosotros, el pozo más oscuro del Infierno se ha abierto para tragaros enteros. Entonces, no hagas esperar al Diablo, amigo. Hija mía, si puedes oírme, sabía que regresarías también. Está en tu naturaleza proteger a los inocentes. Lamento que ese día, el día en que te excluyeron y te dejaron morir, nadie estuvo allí para levantarte en sus brazos, de la forma en que levantaste a otros en los tuyos. Y luego, lo que fue de ti, debería haberlo sabido, no te contentarías con desaparecer. No mi hija. Entonces no pude salvarte. Entonces, déjame salvarte ahora. Es hora de descansar, por ti, y por los que has llevado en tus brazos... Esto termina. Por todos nosotros. Fin de la comunicación.
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Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth. If you still even remember that name. But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift. Nor, have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit. A maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust of blood has driven you in endless circles. Chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near. It's somehow out of reach. But, you will never find them. None of you will.This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although, there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered and the memory of everything that started this, can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors. Be still. And give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. As for most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps, warm, waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole. So, don't keep the Devil waiting, friend. My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up in their arms, the way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you, I should have known, you wouldn't be content to disappear. Not my daughter. I couldn't save you then. So, let me save you now. It's time to rest, for you, and for those you have carried in your arms... This ends. For all of us. End communication.

Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth. If you still even remember that name. But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift. Nor, have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit. A maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust of blood has driven you in endless circles. Chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near. It's somehow out of reach. But, you will never find them. None of you will.This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although, there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered and the memory of everything that started this, can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors. Be still. And give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. As for most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps, warm, waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole. So, don't keep the Devil waiting, friend. My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up in their arms, the way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you, I should have known, you wouldn't be content to disappear. Not my daughter. I couldn't save you then. So, let me save you now. It's time to rest, for you, and for those you have carried in your arms... This ends. For all of us. End communication.

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Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth. If you still even remember that name. But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift. Nor, have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit. A maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust of blood has driven you in endless circles. Chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near. It's somehow out of reach. But, you will never find them. None of you will.This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although, there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered and the memory of everything that started this, can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors. Be still. And give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. As for most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps, warm, waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole. So, don't keep the Devil waiting, friend. My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up in their arms, the way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you, I should have known, you wouldn't be content to disappear. Not my daughter. I couldn't save you then. So, let me save you now. It's time to rest, for you, and for those you have carried in your arms... This ends. For all of us. End communication.