How long the race lasts, I do not remember. The street is completely dark, tear-stained eyes tingle with salt from tears, and I have long since left the main, brightly lit streets, making my way through obscure, abandoned industrial buildings.

"Where are you taking me, huh?" I ask the fourth voice, but she only dictates her own, ignoring the questions, as if I were communicating with a soulless navigator.

"Soon, soon, be patient"

A fence is shown ahead, behind which either pillars light up, or…

Monuments, I understand. Cemetery fence, dark, night. The voice suddenly stops, and all the other whisperers also lurk, leaving me alone, alone with the churchyard....