51.2 You run, and the voices seem to follow you.

"You are abandoning your destiny, and now you shall pay the price!"

You run through the dark corridors, that weave on and on, ever the more winding, ever the more crooked, and they never, never end, and you hear laughter, and screaming, and on and on, and your sanity shatters into a million pieces, never to be put back together again.

THE END