You have arrived at a graveyard pointed to by an old fortune-teller in search of an item that can protect you when you meet HIM....
...Having taken a step, your companion Undertaker disappeared. Her footsteps are not heard not behind, not near. Suddenly, everything around was lit up with a red glow, as if it was burning the earth. Next to the tombstone under your feet, you found a doll of a little girl. HIS voice suddenly breaks through the suffocating drought air:
- Take the train to Innsmouth...
Turning around, you again find yourself in the darkness of the cemetery. In front of you is the Undertaker. She inhaled a lady's cigar through the mouthpiece and exhaled it in your face.
- You look like shit from under a horse. - she said, taking you away from the cemetery.