The sound of the children singing grows closer and louder - it is urgent now.

He is running through the f

To rest his head within the b

She is d

Hang her tightly by her neck

See a shadow, hear the thud.

Hear the silence, see your blood.

Not wanting to linger here, you continue on the path and reach yet another fork in the road. To your right, the muddy path disappears into swampland. Rocks and small islands scattered throughout the bog may allow you to traverse the terrain if you are nimble enough.

To your left, a trail of lanterns light the way from the trees above. You see hundreds of tiny faces staring blankly at you. You can see they are children's toys, dolls hung from the branches.