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You wake up in a haze, not being able to remember anything from the last thirty minutes, not recognizing where you are. The Darkness feels suffocating. There are Robed Figures in the background, chanting some hymn of nightmares to their forgotten god quietly. The very air feels like it is dripping with blood, and you can hear small bells quietly in the background. A Hooded Man in black and crimson Robes approach’s you, chanting a song to the Dark Pit in the Center of the Cathedral. THIS IS NOT GOING TO BE PRETTY