Thread:Abbykurle/@comment-26863232-20171203191559/@comment-26863232-20171226231014

You reach the end of the tunnel.

Or.... what you thought was the end.

At the end of the tunnel, there is Winnie. Holding a bright lantern. Her eyes have white rings in them, and she is breathing heavily.

"Die."  She whispered, before throwing the lantern at the ground.

Green fire. Fire everywhere. The floor. The walls. The ceiling. The water is somehow slowly catching fire. It is everywhere.

The faint sound of a music box echoes through the crackling.