You open the door to the basement, revealing a spiral staircase. Suddenly a booming voice calls out.

Is that a guest I hear? Don't linger on the stairs.

Come down and witness me.

The little bird has returned to me. I wonder what they want.

You've brought that knife again... Even though you know it's useless.

Such charming audacity.

DROP IT.

Your blade clatters to the ground.

Kneel.

You fall painfully onto the floor.

That's my good little bird... now why don't we talk?