No matter how hard Miko tries to resist, it's no use. The heavy wooden doors closed behind him, the sound of keys turning. He is alone, locked in semi-darkness, in a strange unfamiliar room, lit by the flames of numerous candles. The air is heavy with fear, excitement and humidity, filled with an intoxicating scent coming from everywhere.

Miko needs to do something. He can't give up. His friends must have noticed his absence by now. To himself, the poor young man quietly murmurs:

"Okay... okay, concentrate... think...think..."