Once you’ve surrendered yourself to the evil lurking unseen in the darkness of the pit, your heartbeats, like the grains of sand within the hourglass, are inevitably fated to run out. Here in this place of blood and unspeakable horror, the promise of your agonizingly torturous death is all but assured. So, go ahead and enjoy that glass of wine. I promise it will be your last fleeting moment of pleasure before the pain consumes your soul...