A strange feeling makes you uneasy. It's as if something cold runs
down your back. As you turn you can see a black cloud creepimng up
to you. Then a multitude of voices whisper in your ear:
Flesh so fine, so fine to tear, to gash the skin; skin to strip, to plait, so nice to plait the strips, so nice, so red the drops that fall;blood so red, so red, so sweet; ^sweet screams, pretty screams, singing screams, scream your song, sing your screams...
No! shouts Hage, We have to get out!
Fast, back out to the Waygate or
go to a safe part of the Ways