Connection terminated.

I'm  sorry to interrupt you Elizabeth, if you still even remember that  name. But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to  receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you  assume. Although you have indeed been called.

You  have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells,  misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no  prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood  has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some  unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach.

But you will never find them, none of you will. This is where your story ends.

And  to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not  intended for you. Although there was a way out planned for you, I have a  feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right  where you want to be. I am remaining as well, I am nearby.

This  place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started  this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy  should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors: Be still and give  up your spirits, they don't belong to you.

For  most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you  after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of  Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting,  old friend.

My daughter, if you  can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to  protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut  out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the  way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you.

I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now.

It's time to rest. For you, and for those you have carried in your arms.

This ends for all of us.

End communication.