The boundaries of the library fold and crunch,

the fog rolls in as the corners on the ceiling collapse in on themselves

Have you not figured it out?

Your actions have affects, that much is obvious,

but so do your inactions!

All doors you open lead the same way.

This is your fate, to suffer with me at your side!

No longer will i stand here on the receiving end!

You are no longer mine to deal with...

The loud call of a bird is heard.

The call is like a siren with much more aggression

The knives are out, the cleansing begins