[Worst way ever! As it fades, you feel a dulled but undeniable stab of anguish you can tell isn't yours. "He was already dead. Not like I could have saved him, anyway.” The voice doesn’t seem to come from anywhere in particular."

The glass is brittle where the chains hook into it, with wisps of smoky darkness escaping through the cracks. As you approach, the darkness solidifies into a monster.]