As I stand once again in this musty, ancient four-way intersection, I can't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. The air is thick with the stench of decay, and I'm surrounded by an eerie darkness that only my trusty darkvision can pierce. My Chain Mail Armor gleams dully in the dim light, providing me with a small measure of comfort as I face the unknown horrors lurking in these ruins.

To my left, there's a passage that seems to lead towards the surface - or what remains of it, at least. The other three passages are shrouded in darkness, offering no hints about where they might lead. I suppose it's time for me to make another brilliant decision and choose a direction.

Before I move on, I take a moment to examine the crypt behind me. It seems that all of its inhabitants have vacated the premises - or rather, they've been evicted by my hand. The remains of four poor, unfortunate Giant Weasels lie scattered about, their lives brutally snuffed out by yours truly. I can't help but feel a twinge of pity for these pitiful creatures, but then again, they did try to attack me first.

With a heavy sigh, I turn my attention back to the task at hand. I decide that turning right and continuing down the passage seems like as good an idea as any. After all, why not? It's bound to be more interesting than staring at these dead weasels any longer.

And so, with a sense of trepidation and just a touch of sarcasm, I stride forward into the darkness, leaving the crypt and its deceased inhabitants behind. Let's see what other delights this forsaken place has in store for me, shall we?

• Turn right and continue.