Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you Elisabeth, if you still even remember that name. But I'm afraid you have 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 all have 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 you are trapped. Your lust for blood has drived you in endless circles. Chasing the cry's of children in some so unseen chamber always seeming so neer yet somehow out of reach, but you will never find them. This is where your story ends, and to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended to you. Although there was a way out planned for you. I have a feeling that's not what you want. I a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining aswell, I am near by. This place will not be be remembered and the memory of everything that started this can finally fade begin to fade away as the agony of every tragedy should, and to you monsters trapped in the corridor, be still, and give up your sprits. They do not belong to you. But most of you I believe there is peace and perhaps war 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 my friend. My daughter if you can hear me. knew you would return as well. It's in your I 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've have know 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 for rest, for you and for those you have carried in your arms. This ends for all of us. End communication.