text: You awaken to a knife pressed against your throat. You reach for your sword in the darkness, but a hand catches yours.
  
  
  "Scream for help or try anything and I cut you open," a harsh voice growls.
  
  
  You try to nod, but the knife is pressed so tightly any movement would slice open your throat.
  
  
  "A prisoner was taken into the burrows. Where is she?"
  > You tell the truth
  "She's been taken down to the fifth layer. You... you won't want to find her. She's dead by now, and her body won't be in the best condition."
  
  
  The man doesn't respond for some time, before snarling.
  
  
  "No, she's alive. I can feel it. Your fate, however, is less certain."
  
  
  The man's blade illuminates, casting golden light on the both of you. You stare at his grizzled face with a thick beard growing. However, he gets a clear view of you, seeing your blood, sweat and semen-encrusted fur. He stares at you, realizing what you've done.
  
  
  "You had her way with her... you disgusting vermin!" he near shouts, hopefully waking some of the other Ratlings to come to your side.
  
  
  The man slices open your throat, and you collapse against the ground. He rams his knife into your chest repeatedly as you try to scream in pain, but blood quickly fills your throat. Your life is quickly drained from you, and you lie there as death takes you.