I find myself in a dungeon. I walk down the dungeon hall, looking into cells. I eventually come across a cell with a little boy.
"Hello sweetie. What are tu doing in there?" I ask gently. He faces me and I see his eyes are empty, soulless, like he's dead inside.
"Mummy?" He asks with a British accent. He must be really far from home. "Are tu my mummy?" he asks me innocently.
"No, sweetie. I don't know where your mummy is," I tell him.
"Mummy, mummy, mummy," he continues.
"Don't waste your time dearie. He never says anything else," the little man in the siguiente cell tells me.
"Okay. And who are you...
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