In the blink of an eye, you stand once again in the foggy swamp before the massive wooden gate. The children's song returns, its eerie chorus mocking you.

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