[a note with a short poem written to it has been posted to the Crone and to the walls in lower, there are marks on the notes that could be blood stains]

The Place Where The Shadows Live

There is a place underneath we walk upon the place where the shadows live.

Whine of a rat when the blood spills step you don’t hear the place where the shadows live.

What is witnessed will never be told how many above the place where the shadows live.