You follow the path to the right and eventually arrive at a massive wooden gate. Suddenly, you find yourself in Bastone - but that can't be? You hear a roar in the distance and feel the ground tremble. The creature is barreling through the alleys, tearing down the city, building by building.

This has already happened, it cannot be real. As you think this and turn around, you see the swamp before you again and hear the rhyme being sung.

He is coming, won't be long.

Good children do right not wrong.

Tie a ribbon on the tr

Do not stray or run or flee.

See a shadow, hear the thud.

Hear the silence, see your blood.

You continue on the path, leaving the painful reminders of Bastone behind. It is not long before you encounter another fork in the road.

Again, a pair of blank signs point in the opposite direction, however, these two are unique. Claw marks, like scars, crisscross the sign on the right, while a bow the color of blood is tied haphazardly to the sign on the left. At the base of the post, someone has laid a memorial made of twigs and bone.