The Bastard struggles to remove the fallen chandelier from himself. The little angel walks on past him, undeterred.



Ngh...

Ggghhh....!



You...



He fixes her a glare.



You think this is a fucking
VICTORY!!?



She walks toward the door, across the bridge, entranced.



you

You know you can't...

you have to know
by now





A mass of hands rises up from the pit around the bridge, behind her.



This place will never
fucking
let us
leave.



The little angel looks behind her, urgency in her eyes.



We can NEVER LEAVE.



She runs, the hands pursuing.



This is IT.



The hands grab her, she tries to struggle free.



There is


NO



She sees the great golden door grack open just the slightest amount. A brilliant light peeks in from the other side.



WAY



She shrieks.



OUT





























The hands unceremoniously toss the little angel into a corner.






She's at the start of the game again. The blood from her previous attempts is drying up, the crack is still in the wall behind her. She slumps down, taking the moment to process her failure.