text: "I don't know anything," you say.
  
  
  The man grabs your throat, strangling it as he impales your hand. You try to scream, but you can't even get out a breath.
  
  
  "Quiet," the man says, pulling out the knife and releasing your throat as you whimper, clutching at your wound.
  
  
  "Do you think I picked you out by chance? You have her necklace. I tracked it here. Now, answer me."
  > 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. You, however, are no better than the rest of your lying kind. Death's for you."
  
  
  The man slices open your throat, and you collapse against the ground, quickly dying.