Siren drums pull you forward, calling out to you to keep walking. You move your blistered feet just that much more, aching limbs and bloody footprints making everything around you feel surreal, like a distant horror that you can't qui9te wrap your head around.

There's a part of you that wants to stop, to breathe, to rest, but you know there's a long way down to Hell and the drums will keep going until you've found your way to their gates.