Sword of Damocles
Your journey through the Philosophe Knights pages have brought you here. It is dark, the floor creaks under your feet. Uneasy, you use your now blinded eyes to search the darkness for any light. A way out. Scuffling is heard to your left. Your previous encounter with the voices has left you uneasy and disturbed. You cannot seem to shake the fact that you felt them inside your head, not part of your own conscience.
You: Not again...
The futility of this question dawns on you, the voice appears to ignore your question.
GS: You have found the hidden room. Our Attic. The place we punish those who Hinder.
New voices are heard. One is female and merciless. The other is quiet, yet poisonous. The darkness around you feels suffocating.
LE: We follow the guilty as closely as golden hands the minutes on a clock.
The voices fade.