I found myself kneeling on my hands
and knees on a cold stone floor.
An echoing passage stretched before me,
lined with heavy door after door.
In the distance, I heard a woman’s voice
crying, though I could not tell from where.
Her frightened wails echoed down the
endless hall in agonized despair.
As I gained my senses, I realized
it was Nova’s voice crying out to me.
I leaped to my feet and lunged at the
closest door, but it was bolted securely.
I heard her desperate scream, “Sister, help!
He wants my teeth—don’t leave me here alone!”
It was then I noticed above each door
a twisted face was carved in its keystone.
Again, I tried another door, then another,
but they, too, were firmly locked shut.
There had to be a way inside—some key,
some secret, some kind of shortcut.
