062: madness

The wooden chest rattles, untouched by human hand.

Never have I been the same since that night. Only now do I see my folly, my grave error, in not heeding the warnings given to me by the old man. Were he alive now, I imagine his laughter would deafen me...

The shaking intensifies, though nothing else moves.

Who was I to believe in such a power? How could I have known the rusted, hideous contraption served a purpose? But now, doom awaits us, damned by the machinations of my arrogance!

The chest bursts into splinters with an unearthly, maddening wail...