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The smell of rot and decay fills your nostrils as you begin to examine the decrepit tomb you currently find yourself in. The eerie silence makes the haiir on your arms stand on end. You can no longer hear he sounds of the crickets chirping or even the wind for that matter. It makes you realize how alone you truly are. Save for, of course, he corpse entombed in the middle of the room. You try to fiind something to do to distract yourself from the fear rising in your throat.