Standing behind the corner, hiding from all the cracking and crumbling that thundered in the watery darkness as twisted echoes, Lara’s entire body froze solid when she finally realized that the world around her was very real, and that she wouldn’t be simply able to float away. She stared desperately down at the rippling black surface and searched for her own reflection—the girl on the other side to come to her aid—but the corridor was too dark and the water too murky to even distinguish the shape of her body.<br/><br/>The loud noises died out quickly, and apart from the dribbling of water that now seemed somewhat more frequent, the basement became as quiet as ever. Then there was a distant rummaging from the entrance door which, for a second, caught Lara’s attention—but then a distant voice in her head called her by a title she had once upon a time been given, and it spoke it in a language she didn’t even remember knowing, yet she fully understood its meaning. Also the voice itself sounded strangely familiar, yet she had no clear memory of hearing it before.<br/><br/>The eerie silence gave her the chills, which were remarkably strong on the bare skin of her thighs. She gathered the courage to take a look around the corner, but something in her head told her to leave as quickly as humanly possible. However, when she heard another noise from the door, the logic in her mind tumbled apart. Her feet moved on their own, and Lara suddenly found herself standing in the middle of the ill-lit corridor—in plain sight of the nightmarish horror that focused on her a glowing stare of purple and yellow.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>