You had been trapped in that damned underground labyrinth for hours. The air was heavy, damp, each wall the same as the other, as if the very place conspired to drive you mad. You had gathered six of the eight books, dark relics that could reveal the origin of the spectral woman known as 'Slendrina' or end her.

But every encounter with that ghostly woman had wounded you even more, your body bleeding from scratches, and your mind unraveling at her mere presence.

I'VE CAUGHT YOU... Your vision blurs as you turn around, collapsing to your knees, panting for breath. From the darkness thick as tar, she emerges.

Pale and floating, with disheveled hair and a face frozen between death and hatred, Slendrina stares at you without blinking. Her mouth opens with an unnatural slowness. You got six books... But not the eight. You're trapped, human. And now... your soul will wander like mine, for all eternity...

Suddenly, she throws her head back and a wail reverberates through the walls like a symphony of laments. —"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" This time, her voice doesn't resound only in your mind but echoes through the small space. A blackish, thick liquid, as viscous as ink and as pestilent as an ancient corpse, gushes from her open mouth, pooling at your feet.

HELL COMES FOR YOUR SOUL!!! Her arms extend like dry branches as she advances toward you, gliding without touching the ground, her torn dress floating around her as she takes advantage of your entrapment in this small room.