You’re on a path in the woods. And at the end of that path is a cabin. And in the basement of that cabin in a princess. After a short walk, you enter the cabin.

The interior of the cabin is a place that feels long forgotten. There was once and elegance to its construction, carved marble columns holding a high-arched roof, vaulted windows letting in the weak starlight. But that is how it was. Now, there is a growth that has overtaken it. A viscous fluid seeps from cracks in the stone walls, and it congeals into chaotic streaks of writhing nerves and wet clumps of living meat. The only furniture of note is a pulsating pedestal, a pristine blade perched on its edge.

The choice is yours. Will you enter the basement with, or without the blade?