# Amnesia: The Dark Descent

Amnesia: The Dark Descent (previously known as Lux Tenebras or Unknown) is a survival horror adventure game by Frictional Games, who previously developed the Penumbra series. Released for Windows, Mac OS X, and Linux platforms, the game features an unarmed protagonist exploring a dark and foreboding castle, while avoiding monsters and other obstructions as well as solving puzzles.

## Daniel

* Don't forget, some things mustn't be forgotten. The Shadow hunting me... I must hurry. My name is Daniel, I live in London at... at... Mayfair. What have I done? This is crazy. Don't forget, don't forget! I must stop him! Focus! My name is... is... I am Daniel.
* You have to get out of here.
* That taste, that fragrance, Damascus rose!
* What, what is this place?
* The darkness, closing in.
* It's cold, it's so cold.
* Something is wrong, oh so wrong!
* There is nothing left, everything is gone!
* The flicker, the bluish light.
* Getting closer, somehow.
* What was that!?
* Someone's coming!
* This shouldn't be!
* Is anyone there?
* What happened to her?
* Maybe she knows.
* All dressed in blue.
* That shimmering, blue light.
* Just like Regent's Park.
* Is she dead!?
* Help her! Find a way!
* No! Don't kill her!
* The Shadow, it's close now.
* Find her!
* Get her back!
* She deserved it, that little... bitch.
* Do whatever it takes!
* Who are you to question me!?
* Hmm, shouldn't trust him.
* He's lying.
* He sees what I see!
* Get away! You shouldn't do that!
* Should kill them all, burn this castle to the ground!
* He'll never see it coming.
* Crush his skull! He deserves it!
* The blood! Use it for the ritual.
* [coughing] OH! NO! Argh!
* It was my greatest triumph... and I never looked back. You think I was afraid fleeing Brennenburg? Quite the contrary. I knew it was my purgatory - hellfire made to wash away my sins. There's no denying the things I've done. But I have paid my tribute. I gave them that awful man... I did the right thing.

### Diary
#### Revenge (1/1)
## Alexander of Brennenburg

* Is he safe? Well, it's for his own good.
* Soon it will be ready. Let there be enough time.
* He escaped!? Where is he now?
* Daniel, is that you? What are you doing?
* I hear you breathing Daniel. Do you hear me? Have you changed your mind?
* Daniel! Turn around this instant. You are carrying the Shadow with you!
* Is this guilt I'm witnessing, Daniel? If so, blame yourself. You started this. You sent me that letter asking for help and this is how you repay me? How dare you!
* Daniel. You have gone too far. I have to stop you. I can't let you proceed any further. I'm sorry my friend.
* What are my intentions, Daniel? Salvation. It used to be yours. But now you only seek misplaced revenge. How do you justify your violence? Is it for the greater good? Are you doing the world a service? It is you who caused all this pain and death. If you had accepted your fate and submitted to the Orb when you first discovered it, none of this would have happened. It is curiosity in league with your selfishness that is killing us both.
* You had me worried. Quite frankly, I'm not sure what to do with you. I hold no grudge against you, Daniel. We are so very much the same, you and I. Did you really drink from the Amnesia mixture? It does explain so much of your behavior. You never did finish what you set out to do. You talked about redemption. How you would face the Orb's Shadow and save our work - and me? I will grant you another chance to redeem yourself. You can wait here and stop the Shadow. Thank you - friend.
* I was wondering if you were going to show up.
* I see Agrippa convinced you to run some errands. Tell me, is everything nice and clear now? Am I the villain? Good and evil. Such comforting concepts - but hardly applicable. Are you so blind that you see no good in me? Or evil in Agrippa?
* It saddens me to see you filled with such hate. Is vengeance really what you seek? I hoped you of all people could appreciate the grave nature of this situation. After all, it has always been your life we were fighting for. Isn't it worth a little... sacrifice? Come, help me finish the ritual. There's still time before the Shadow catches up with you.
* Do you see, Daniel? A whole other world - isn't it beautiful? I can finally return... home. But you... I am sorry Daniel. You won't be able to enter. You are still tainted - branded by the Shadow. It will consume you either way.
* Thank you my friend. Your sacrifice won't be forgotten. You will be celebrated, forever!
* No, you fool! You have ruined us!
* No, don't do that.
* I realize, you doubt my intentions. Why would I take such extreme measures to save your life? Maybe, I'm saving mine too.
* Stop it, Daniel, you are ruining it. We are so close - I beg you.
* I'm just like you, Daniel. A prisoner of circumstance. Trapped in a world I no longer recognize. As you gain your freedom, will you deny me mine? We are so close now. Closer than I've been for centuries.
* No, you fool! You killed us - you killed us both!

### Memory capsules

* One day I will return. If it wasn't for the thought of you, my love, I wouldn't be able to go on. When I find myself doing terrible things, I take comfort in you. As long as I am able to think of you and long for a life together, I know I'm better than the others. I weep for them, they lust for power without restraint, where I only crave fair judgment and a safe return.
* When will it be my turn? Have I not shown restraint? My patience spans centuries. From where I came, mankind is not even wasted a breath, yet I bow to you. I have done so much for you and I have gained nothing in return. Agrippa, I trusted you. It was I who in all fairness should have entered that gate.
* I fear for Daniel, for he is reckless. He is tainted by the approaching Shadow and will not be able to pass the gate. Will he be able to accept this in the end? My love, I've seen evil in him. How am I to trust him with the truth? What cruel irony that I have to do unto him what Agrippa did unto me.
* Is it you, my love, I miss the most, or is it perhaps myself? I know what I have become, I am not blind. I am a monster to them, a demonic sultan perched on a dark mountain top. There is little I can do to redeem myself. The Black Eagle fears me and after Napoleon's defeat it is only a matter of time before they will demand my head on a platter. I must remove myself from this land. This time it must work. If I can't return home now, I shall perish.
* In court, the order of the Black Eagle spew their politics at each other while I sit quietly in place, willfully forgotten. Once in a while someone will notice me and lose themselves in a silent cower before regaining their senses. They all know I am the one and same Alexander who helped their fathers and grandfathers to found this great Order. I've seen them take their fathers' places, and they too will grow old and pass away. While I remain the same, aged not by time, but by anguish.

## Heinrich Cornelius Agrippa

* Help me... pull the switch... next to me... please.
* Thank you, you have my gratitude. My name is Agrippa, who might you be? ...Daniel? Like the prophet thrown into the lion's den? Tell me - are you among the lions, Daniel? You want to stop Alexander? Oh my... so Babylon shall fall, you say? You worry too much, Alexander is toothless without an Orb... he has one? That's... that's not very promising at all. The Sanctum is basically impenetrable while guested by an Orb. It could be breached by another, but Alexander broke his, I mean, my Orb, a long time ago. ...Really? Well, if you tell the truth, by all means seek out the pieces of the broken Orb and mend away. I believe he uses them for torture now. They practically leak madness, which is quite useful I understand. There should be six of them. Look around the Choir and the Transept, you should be able to find them there.
* Daniel, I hate to bother you further, but... if you are really going after Alexander, would you consider... taking me with you? I know it sounds ridiculous - I mean look at me. But if you find anything concerning a man named Johann Weyer, would you please bring it to me? I believe he was working on a way to help me. A recipe for some sort of potion - a tonic to free me from this husk of mine.
* So, the laboratory is locked. That is unfortunate. But it can wait. Find the Orb pieces and the ingredients for Weyer's tonic. We'll have to deal with the laboratory door later.
* What lever? Oh, that one. So many of Alexander's things are breaking down. Look around, maybe the other room. There are machine parts hidden all over this place. You'll find a way to fix it.
* You got the doors open? Good going. I knew you could do it.
* Incredible - you found Weyer's recipe. Then there still might be a chance. Listen carefully. Alexander is working on opening a gate - a door to another world. It is where he wants to go. If you could put your anger aside, let him open the portal before you take your revenge. Let me pass the gate, Daniel. Please, find the ingredients and prepare the tonic Weyer describes and do so before you assemble the Orb. The barrier keeping you from the Inner Sanctum will only be breached for a short time. Unless everything is taken care of before, you won't be able to save me.
* I see you have found some Orb pieces, but there should be more. Alexander would most likely keep them close to torture contraptions. Check the Choir and Transept for more.
* You seem to have found all the Orb pieces used in the Transept. Go to the Choir and find the rest.
* Looks like you cleaned out the Choir. Head for the Transept and find the rest of the Orb pieces.
* I see you have all the Orb pieces you need. I know I have no right to ask anything of you, but if you could find it in your heart to gather the ingredients for Weyer's tonic before attempting to mend the Orb, there might still be a chance for you to save me. Please, my fate is in your hands.
* You have everything, what are you waiting for? Head towards the Chancel and find a way into the laboratory. Inside, you should be able to produce the tonic Weyer talked about.
* Daniel, good to see you...
* Was there something else...?
* Ah, you again...
* How are things coming...?
* Who, me? I am Heinrich Cornelius Agrippa. I was once quite important, you know. Baron Alexander has sustained my soul in this dead husk for years. Who knows how many... hundreds I presume.
* Alexander is quite impressive in many ways. But he has grown impatient.
* Why me? I'm the next best thing. Alexander really wanted none other than Johann Weyer... you've never heard of Johann Weyer?! My God, boy! He is probably the greatest man in history and you don't know him?! Or is it the world who has forgotten him? [sigh]... Weyer was my pupil - my pupil. Yes, I do take pride in that fact. Is it so wrong?
* I found a Mithraeum once. One which had not been plundered. Do you know of Mithraism? I suppose it doesn't matter. It's an old faith - building temples out of caverns. The dark walls being the universe and inside are its followers... humans watching the sky slowly turn. But the followers do have one thing to allow them a real sense of connection to creation... the Orbs.
* Not many Orbs are left. They sometimes consume themselves or break when used by an uninitiated. I was lucky. The Orb I found spared my life and returned to where I had found it. I know, because Alexander took it and brought it to Brennenburg.
* Weyer was a brave man and dared to proceed where I did not. He unearthed a number of cavern temples and gathered a whole collection of Orbs. But unlike every other finder since the fall of the Mithraic faith, he was able to unshackle the horror you and I connect with the Orbs. He used them and was able to travel far and wide. Beyond the world itself.
* Me, powerful? Not in the way I had hoped for. I have done all that I can to escape this prison, but now I use all my strength merely to stay alive.
* My pupil, Johann Weyer, said he had found a way to take me with him beyond the stars. But I was too afraid to come along. Silly really... and now all I can do is regret it. I always hoped Weyer would return and give me a second chance. But so does Alexander, that's why he keeps me here... as a hostage, hoping Weyer will reveal himself.
* You are a good boy, Daniel, and I appreciate your company, but I believe you have more important things to take care of.
* You should hurry, Daniel. No time for sitting around.
* Daniel! I thought I had lost you. The castle trembled and I could hear the Chancel collapse. The laboratory might be accessible now. Make haste. You are more than ready to make the tonic. Go on, you should find everything you need in the laboratory.
* What are you doing? Time is running short. Hurry, you'll find everything you need in the laboratory.
* You did it. Thank goodness! Now, pay attention. First feed me the tonic, and then use the saw to remove my head. As the tonic begins to work you will be able to cut off my head without taking my life. Then take my head and bring it with you as you enter the gate Alexander is opening in the Inner Sanctum... what do you mean? Why wouldn't you enter the gate? We can't argue now - you need to act.
* Don't get ahead of yourself. First we need the tonic.
* Quickly! Off with the head! And Daniel, whatever happens - get me through that gate.
* There he is. Do you see him, Weyer? He deserves so much more. Please help him, I know you can. Don't worry, Daniel. It will be alright.

## Loading screens
### Rose

* The door slammed shut behind him and he knew he would never again see the old tailor at Berkeley Square. Another lone soul in London - seemed appropriate somehow.
* The other children cheered him on. His name voiced in a steadily rising pace, urging him to do it. "Am I really doing this?", the young boy thought and struck his victim with a rock.
* He fell to the kitchen floor. Tears were beginning to well in his eyes as he received the first kick in his stomach. Hazel remained hidden, in fear she too would be punished.
* A fragrant taste of rose lingered in his mouth. Turkish Delights, he thought, just like the ones at the consulate in Constantinople.
* Traveling to Dover meant going through Canterbury. He made sure to pay a visit to avoid the sense of guilt connected with the neglect of family.
* Alexander became silent. He didn't know what to say. He could no longer recognize his friend sitting across the carriage.
* The crying had stopped and he could hear a whisper coming from the cell. They were up to something and he would have to punish them.

### Catacombs

* The sand gave way to his tired body as he fell from the camel's back. He felt the wind gently sweep across his face and his dry, crusted lips.
* It was done, the men said. The tomb had been revealed. Tin Hinan awaits, grinned the toothless foreman.
* The statues were praying - gazing into the dark domed ceiling.
* The desert dunes were like waves in a sluggish sea. While the caravan moved the land appeared motionless, but in camp the hills moved.
* A handful of sand trickled from the crumbling stone ceiling and pushed down on the brim of his hat. He braced himself as the cavern suddenly shifted and settled.
* The stone slab looked like a safety measure. It wasn't meant to be moved ever again.

### Desert

* After enduring three days in Algiers, a sailboat was finally arranged to take him across the Mediterranean Sea to Gibraltar. Having reached British territory, it was just a matter of reserving a cabin on SS Hortensia, headed for London.
* The cloth smelled of desert and damp musk. The pieces lay scrambled on top. Too many of them, he thought, or perhaps too few.
* It became impossible to avoid. The commotion in the streets begged for his attention. As he opened the shutters the French soldiers opened fire on the two young men fighting back. Their voices silenced in a haze of gun smoke.
* He sat down by the Casbah wall gasping for air. Sweat poured from his forehead and onto the sand veiled ground.

### Water

* He crashed through the surface. The dark Atlantic water smothered him as he struggled to make sense of the situation.
* Something large brushed against his leg and he felt himself being dragged along by the current of the beast. He pushed himself above the surface. "Help!", he cried as the ocean swallowed him again.
* He felt himself being hoisted out of the ocean. The lacquered hull of SS Hortensia glittered in the soothing warm light of a setting sun. He turned his head to the calm ocean reaching towards the coast of Portugal and thought, "Is this another dream?".

### Trunk

* Herbert's trunk was wrapped in rope. The lock had been broken, by thieves he assumed. He wondered if anything had been left considering all the hands it had passed.
* "Is this another dream?", he thought, and screamed at the top of his lungs.
* He returned the tea cup to the saucer and picked up the Orb as one would an apple, and pondered on the strange happenings.
* The thin cold mist brushed his face as he stepped outside. London weather could be cruel, but it was the kind of cruelty he could handle.
* He climbed out of bed and looked out the window. It was completely dark. He waited, glanced at the old clock, and waited some more. Four o' clock, he thought, it's enough.
* He tried to fit the pieces together, but like the sand dunes, they shifted when you weren't looking.

### Hand

* Sir William Smith had been marked. There was no way for him to know that the young man from the other day cast such a terrible shadow.
* Professor Taylor was the second death caused by his damned curiosity.
* He panted heavily, trying his best to keep himself from screaming. The medicine cabinet had been overturned and lay collapsed on the floor. He reached through the broken glass door and grabbed all the sedatives he could find.
* The strange letter frightened him, but it was the only one which offered him some comfort.
* He flipped through the Book of Monarchs looking for etchings and counted. Nine different kings from all over Europe had been depicted with an Orb resting in their hands.

### Brennenburg

* The dark towers of Brennenburg rose above the forest and were silhouetted against the snow white moon. He couldn't help feeling sad for some reason.
* The morning sun flickered between the pine trees as the carriage approached the castle. A faint memory of reflections in the window pane repeated itself over and over.
* Moving that orb was like pushing a star in the night sky. It wasn't supposed to happen. The Shadow isn't some vengeful spirit, it is the universe catching up with itself.
* Carefully treading the unknown land, he looked over his shoulder at his travel companions. The outrider touched the brim of his hat as a final farewell.
* He unraveled the cloth protecting the orb. Alexander reached out, picked it up, and held it up against the light. "Cover it", he said, "Keep it covered at all times".
* The servants avoided him, yet he knew they were there. They all smelled of spiced wine, a mystic scent permeated by clove and sage.

### Alexander

* The beautiful wild orchid seemed a testament to nature's strength, being able to grow inside Brennenburg. Alas, it was Alexander's studies and care which enabled the flower to blossom.
* The purpose of the Inner Sanctum had always been to study the orbs and find a way to force them to yield their power. However, he was still unaware of this.
* The blue light blinded him as it had done inside that murky tomb in Algeria. It was just as enchanting and he tried to approach it, but the baron's firm hand held him back.
* He waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, but no shape or contour appeared.
* The red taint burst from the walls as if they had begun to bleed. He cried out in fear as the spectacle began to consume the blue shimmer.
* Alexander knew there must be a way to finish the ritual before it was too late. He had to teach his friend to harvest the vitae. That much was certain.

### Well

* Henry Bedloe went to class carrying the anger of his bitter mother. He never cried, he made others cry instead. Pain is like that, you either become sad or you become angry. Henry always chose the latter.
* There is never any escape. Things like this live with you always. How could he know if Henry would show up down the road or even at his house? Is he that mad? Would he do that?
* Hazel spent all summer in bed. He used to read to her after helping father with his work. In his mind he was like Scheherazade, and as long as he kept telling the story she would not die
* When Hazel turned fifteen she had lived three years longer than doctor Tate had foreseen. Her parents had given up from exhaustion and decided to have her committed for permanent treatment at Canterbury Hospice, but she was still alive. She had embraced him and wished him a grand adventure in Algeria.
* He wasn't particularly afraid of the dark, but he had always disliked going into the basement. His father urged him on to fetch the red dye. As he stepped into the dark, he thought, "I will never escape this".
* The blue colored tint came crashing down. His father heard the jar break and yelled from upstairs. There was no need for punishment. He could already feel the sting of his father's belt.
* He cried like the little boy he was. All alone in the dark basement, broken glass tearing at the flesh of his naked feet, and blood mixed with blue tint.

### Strappado

* Something died inside of him that day. Watching that man slip away was more than his mind was willing to handle.
* Such filth, he thought. Good men can safely cheer departure as they are nothing but a burden to mankind. They shall not be missed.
* The fear had begun to drown him again. He reached once more the empty bottle of Laudanum. In frustration he smashed it against the bedpost.
* It had gone too far. The man was suffocating as he could no longer breathe properly between the lashes. Displeased, he started to look for the Damascus rose oil.
* The thick liquid spread across his tongue. He swallowed excessively to consume every drop. He looked through the window at the widespread forest and the morning sun. "Will this ever end?", he thought.
* Carefully cutting the man open made him think. "This is how father must feel about his craft. Being an artisan, relying on one's skill to perform something so delicate, grants a certain form of pride".

### Girl

* She cried and struggled as he pulled at her arm. Her flowered Sunday dress ripped and she fell into the mud.
* He had turned angry. It was easy to take her insolence and make her the villain in this story. But she didn't deserve to die. Even he could see that.
* Alexander saw that the evening had taken a toll on his friend's mind and barred him from the Inner Sanctum. He could no longer be trusted to be a part of the ritual.
* The sight of her lifeless body crippled his psyche. He tried to remove himself from the scene, but he could not. Instead he fell to his knees and begged her for forgiveness.
* All his life he had thought that he was a good man. Terrible deeds were only commited by terrible people, like Henry Bedloe, the bully in school, but now he had seen what he himself could do.
* If it wasn't for Alexander, he would still be innocent and be able to die so.

### Death screens

* Keep out of the water...
* Dead flesh can act as a distraction...
* Block the path. Run...
* Tread carefully...
* Do not venture too far...
* Darkness can act as cover...
* Move carefully...
* Think before running...
* Hide in closet...
* Move quickly...
* The Shadow is closing in...
* Close...
* Create a distraction...
* Watch your step...
* Sleep...
* Hide and wait...
* Don't run...
* They are close...
* Paths change as the world darkens...
* Run...
* You have to carry on...

## Flashbacks

    Daniel: Alexander, is it inside the castle?
    Alexander: In a manner of speaking. Come, bring the lamp. You've been to the Refinery have you not?
    Daniel: I don't believe I have. Is it connected to the... what did you call it?
    Alexander: The Inner Sanctum, my most precious chamber, Daniel. And it lies well beyond the Refinery. In fact... it lies beneath the very stone of Brennenburg.
    Alexander: Much of the castle is old and hasn't been tended to for centuries. When the Shadow arrives, it won't take long until things start falling apart.
    Daniel: We are just buying time anyway. Let's do what we can.
    Alexander: There isn't much to be done about the wards. We should reinforce weak structures. The ground will tremble and there is a risk everything will cave in on us - especially downstairs. Here... here... and there. Let's get the servants working on it.
    Alexander: You have to be swift - when you activate the first one... you hear that? If it stops, you'll have to start over.
    Daniel: Isn't all this a bit... excessive?
    Alexander: You can never be too careful, Daniel.
    Alexander: Hmmm... there should be more cuprite. Let me see, let me see... and one part aqua fortis.
    Servant #1: Where did the baron go?
    Servant #2: Who cares? He left us enough wine to last us a lifetime! Or at least [burp] until tomorrow!
    Servant #1: What's happening? Oh! It feels... like... my chest is going... to burst!
    Servant #2: My God, Wilhelm, do something!
    Wilhelm: Accept it. We're not getting out of here alive.
    Servant #2: How can you say that? Alexander, you piece of shit, let us out of here! [coughs]
    Daniel: It sure is dark in here.
    Alexander: Yes, and there is a good reason for it, but you can light the lamp now if you wish.
    Daniel: What's the reason? For the darkness, that is.
    Alexander: Stay close - be careful not to stray.
    Daniel: What's the reason? Why is it so dark?
    Alexander: Pay attention, Daniel. It's important that you keep going straight and make sure not to stray.
    Daniel: You have an ascending room! Will it take us to the Inner Sanctum?
    Alexander: It will definitely take care of the vertical part of our journey. So, you have ridden an elevator before?
    Daniel: Yes, the colosseum at Regent's Park has one. It takes you to the gallery where you can view the panorama.
    Alexander: Good. This ride might be a little longer - and in the other direction.
    Daniel: My journal is gone, what would they want with my journal?
    Daniel: The key! Please, let it be here.
    Daniel: Oh, thank God, there it is. Huh, guess it is a good place to hide it then.
    Alexander: Daniel?
    Daniel: [gasp] What?
    Alexander: Still having nightmares, I see.
    Daniel: Yes, I can't shake them. They come every night.
    Alexander: We'll put a stop to them, you'll see.
    Alexander: Let's see what you have to offer.
    Dog: [whimpering]
    Alexander: [grunts] Ugh... what a mess. I should have sharpened the saw, but I can sense it, it's definitely there.
    Elise Zimmermann: Please, let me go. I won't tell anyone, I swear. I just want to go home... no! Get away from me! Leave me alone!
    Elise Zimmermann: Why are you doing this!? Get away from me!
    Elise Zimmermann: Oh God, no! Please, I beg you!
    Herbert: Don't forget your bag, Daniel.
    Daniel: I won't, Herbert.
    Herbert: There is no shame in using a parasol in the desert. As it happens, it's imperative to your survival.
    Daniel: But it looks ridiculous.
    Herbert: The shame will hurt much less than dying, I assure you.
    Alexander: Come - this way.
    Daniel: What was that?
    Alexander: Forgive me, I should've warned you. One of my responsibilities as a baron is that of a prison warden. This is where criminals are locked up.
    Daniel: Like a dungeon?
    Alexander: Very much so. Come - don't linger.
    Elise Zimmermann: But mother, I don't want to leave without you.
    Agatha Zimmermann: Hurry child - you must go. Find Gabriel, the outrider, and tell him to alert the king's men.
    Elise Zimmermann: No, you come too!
    Agatha Zimmermann: Please, we don't have time to make the hole any wider!
    Elise Zimmermann: But...
    Agatha Zimmermann: Someone is coming. Hurry! I'll cover the hole with the bed. Everything will be fine - I promise.
    Daniel: Where is she!? Where did she go!?
    Agatha Zimmermann: [sobbing] No, I won't tell. I'll never tell you!
    Daniel: You are just making things worse. Look - this is no place for a young girl all by herself. She could be hurt or worse. There is no telling what horrors await down there.
    Prisoner: Hey! Anybody, help! Christ - I don't believe this. Why... I mean why? What did I do to deserve this? I mean, it can't be... do I deserve this? It wasn't my fault! Why did he have to go in there? You don't go into burning houses, he should have known better.
    Daniel: Hey you! Stop!
    Elise Zimmermann: Don't come any closer! I just want to leave.
    Daniel: You can't go outside! It's too dangerous!
    Elise Zimmermann: I'm telling Gabriel.
    Daniel: I doubt that very much.
    Daniel: So you use the drain sewers as a means of transport?
    Alexander: Yes - they were built to divert water from an underground spring and are quite spacious. It seemed only natural to incorporate it into the overall structure.
    Daniel: But we won't be using it.
    Alexander: Not today. The flow is seasonal and when the spring runs dry, the damp tunnels produce a rather poisonous type of fungi. There is an antidote, of course - but we won't be bothering with it today. Come, this way instead. We're almost there.
    Daniel: Herbert, how did we find this place?
    Herbert: An old friend back in Algiers gave me a map.
    Daniel: Why isn't he with us? Didn't he want to come?
    Herbert: He wanted to, Daniel. But things don't always turn out the way we plan.
    Daniel: You are conserving water from the spring.
    Aexander: Yes, it enables me to control the water in the drain sewers to some extent. Also, it can be used for all sorts of purposes.
    Daniel: Like for drinking.
    Alexander: Well, that too, but mostly to run different machines.
    Daniel: Ahhh... like water mills.
    Alexander: Exactly.
    Alexander: Do you see Daniel? It has yielded.
    Daniel: What?
    Alexander: The Shadow.
    Daniel: It has?
    Alexander: For now. Come, let's get this out of here so we can get some peace.
    Daniel: Yes, let's. Where to?
    Alexander: Just down the corridor, to the Morgue.
    Daniel: Are there more... dead men there?
    Alexander: You did well, Daniel. Come, let's get going.
    Man: What? What happened? Why are all these dead...? Where am I? What's happening? Help! Anybody, help!
    Man: Two... three days now. This is ridiculous. Why doesn't someone come to this room!? Hey! Anybody! Am I all alone here? Help! Help! I'm so tired... if I sleep, will I wake from this nightmare? If not, I pray my heavenly Father will take me in my sleep.
    Prisoner: What's happening? What are you doing? Let me go! Please don't take me - nobody ever returns!
    Alexander: Agrippa? I need you to stay awake, can you feel the syringe?
    Agrippa: No, I can't feel anything. Alexander?
    Alexander: Yes?
    Agrippa: Soon, I won't even be able to move, will I?
    Alexander: Your life is safe.
    Agrippa: I don't doubt that, but will it be worth living?
    Prisoner: I know this. I've been here already. I know this taste - the taste of Damascus rose obfuscating the truth in a dim haze. They may sweep the traces from my memory, but my body remembers. These cuts speak volumes, even though my mind remains silent. They will be back, oh, they will be back.
    Alexander: Just a little further.
    Daniel: It's like Orpheus descending into the underworld!
    Alexander: Are you hiding something?
    Daniel: What do you mean?
    Alexander: Never mind. Your intuition is - remarkable.
    Daniel: I'm not sure I'm following.
    Alexander: It doesn't matter. It's just a myth after all.
    Alexander: These cells are meant to hold prisoners who are under treatment. The people you send for will end up here. Remember that the confinement itself works as a preamble to the torture and you should pace yourself. Don't take anyone before they are ready.
    Daniel: Understood.
    Alexander: Sounds from the torture chambers are shuffled in through those pipes in the ceiling. Manage your victims well and let one prisoner's pain instill terror in his cellmate.
    Prisoner: How much more, baron? How much more am I supposed to withstand? Kill me already! Kill me!
    Alexander: This one, prepare him.
    Prisoner: Let me go, you brute! [grunts]
    Daniel: The cradle is ready.
    Alexander: Good.
    Prisoner: You? You're a man... how can you partake in this!?
    Daniel: Is he alright?
    Alexander: He is one of the wicked, don't pay his lies any attention.
    Prisoner: I'm not a bad man, it was an accident...
    Alexander: He set a man on fire.
    Prisoner: It wasn't my fault! Why won't anyone listen!?
    Daniel: That's horrible.
    Alexander: Of course - we are dealing with monsters here.
    Prisoner: No, no please! I'll do anything! Whatever you want! [sobbing] Anything! I'll do anything! I'm innocent!
    Alexander: The wheel is good for keeping your victim still during the procedure. They can be bound around the circumference or simply stretched across, tying limbs to the spokes and rim. All tools are, by this point, useful, and you may administer the torture in any way you like. But the forte of the wheel is the gaps. When you have decided that the victim shall die, you can smash their limbs with a hammer, making them fold in between the frame.
    Daniel: But they'll die - too quickly, I mean.
    Alexander: No, don't worry. The human body is much more resilient. They can survive for days until they finally succumb.

## See also

* Penumbra (video game series)
* Amnesia: Justine