Emma never wanted to be alone with this creature. Who knows what consequences this might lead to. "Leave! – an inner voice whispered to her. “We need to get out of here as quickly as possible.” You found what you were looking for, there is no need for you to stay here.” But she still did not know where the exit was in this darkness, and could only move at random. I wanted to hope that she had chosen the right direction. Hesitantly, the girl took a few steps in the darkness, when suddenly she felt that the stone tiles under her feet had become soft and viscous, as if the hard stone had turned into a liquid swamp! Emma felt herself slowly beginning to sink into this muck. She tried to pull her feet out of the cold mud, but with every movement she was sucked deeper and deeper. Is she really destined to die here?