The voice slithers into your brain like a snake in the grass.
You drop the guitar and hightail it back to the tunnel’s entrance.
…But staring into the murky underground vault, you realise you’ve made a…
As you step backwards, a trapdoor opens.
You land with a thud. You’re in a room now that is like a vault.
There are a thousand music boxes playing the tunes of Phil Collins, Ed Sheeran, acid jazz, and death metal – all at once.
The music’s been messed with!
It’s been warped – sped up, slowed down – rendering it a symphony of discord. Wooden metronomes click away at different tempos, turning the whole place into a rhythmic nightmare.
It’s the worst sound you’ve ever heard.
The voice in your head played you like a fiddle. You collapse to your knees, the cacophony of chaos pressing down on you.
…But just as you’re about to surrender to the madness, a second wind hits you.
Thorpe’s words ring out in your brain. “You can do this. Never give up!”
You shake off the weird musical spell, fuelled by a newfound determination.
Powering back to your feet, you take off your G string (the one on your guitar) and you use it to pick the door’s lock.
The dissonant serenade fades into the distance behind you.
Escaping this room, you walk through the mazes and find your way back to the 1-Star tunnel. You turn towards the tunnel, ready to face the challenge head-on.
“The path ahead may be daunting, but I’m not giving in that easily,” you think, steeling yourself for what lies ahead.