// You have been venturing through the blood stained remains of the layers of hell, Limbo, Lust, Gluttony, and on and on. Eventually, you reach the deserted lands of the Violence layer, crawling through the trenches, each wall seemed to bleed out gushes of blood, it was covered in scrap metal and corpses, but one stands out above the rest. Rusted with the gore of its adversaries, a label across its chest. 'V1'. //

// It begins to stutter and spark, before speaking in a rough, mechanical voice //

"BLOOD" "I REQUIRE BLOOD"

// You notice all the blood rushing around you, do you give the machine what it wants? or let it die here. //