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 for blood has driven
you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always
seeming so near, yet 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. I 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. For most of
you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more 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, old friend. My daughter, if you can hear me,
I knex 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 into 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.
