"<strong><em>I see...</em></strong>" The change is sudden. At once the girls in bondage go still, their gags vanishing and mouths moving in unison. The voice echoes from each throat, hollow and reverberating in strange ways. "<em><strong>So many, yet not a hero among them... Have you no mercy? Have you no compassion?</strong></em>"<br/><br/>"<em><strong>Why are you here, not-heroes?</strong></em>" As one the spectral girls rise limply, slipping easily from their restraints. "<em><strong>Is it wealth? Is it glory? Are you thieves or thrill-seekers? I wonder...</strong></em>"<br/><br/>Each girl moves slowly through the room, not touching anyone, not attacking anyone, merely walking the sort distance towards the old Iron Maiden. "<em><strong>Go on then... Flee... Abandon them to their fate... Seek the queen far above, and pray she does not consume you.</strong></em>"