Tap, Tap, Tap

The sound of your own blood dripping onto the floor reverberates in your skull along with the dull ache from inflicted concussion.

The dark cellar becomes dimly lit for a moment as doors in the far corner open and let in a ghastly presence, soon enough you are bathed in darkness once more... But now the phantom like shape that seems to faintly glow with its own light slowly illuminates your vision as it makes its way towards you.

Take a deep breath, these might be your last moments, enjoy the air while your lungs can still hold it for in mere seconds... they might be filled with blood instead.

The pale woman before you, the orchestrator of your fate says only a single word

'Confess'