<span style="font-weight: bold">Narrator</span><br/><br/>Apart a growing sense of<span style="font-style: italic">hunger</span>demanding to be<span style="font-style: italic">fulfilled</span>, there are no traps laid upon the hallway… the heat scalds, all but cooking the flesh on your bones as you approach the river of lava, and the narrow stone bridge leading to the altar.