From somewhere beyond this place of darkness, some place that feels impossibly distant, she can hear the rhythmic th-thump of a beating heart. It grows faster and faster as the seconds pass. The sound of fresh, flowing blood. The sound of life. It calls to her like a siren's ong, beckoning her to rise and follow it to her eventual doom... Though, somehow, she is certain that what awaits her on that distant, rocky shore isn't doom -- it's salvation.