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You take a deep breath, place the whistle against your lips, and blow in earnest. A piercing tone fills the room, and the hooded figures around you begin to weep. You stop blowing but the crying continues to grow louder and harder, with individuals breaking out in screams. The volume level in the room rises until you are forced to leave, shutting the door behind you to contain it. You decide to head back and follow the walkway in the other direction. |