You have had enough of these specters from the past. The words of your Oath play in your mind, steeling your resolve, as you press on against the constant droning of the children's song.

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.

The path splits again, for what you hope is the last time. To the right, a sign with a broken toy horse beneath it. To the left, nothing but dense fog.