As I stand at this dark, damp crossroads, I can't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. The passage to my left seems to beckon me towards the ancient ruins above, while the other three passages remain ominously shrouded in darkness. It's as if I'm being taunted by the unknown, dared to plunge headfirst into the abyss.

I take a moment to reflect on my journey thus far. My surroundings are a testament to the passage of time - the crypt behind me, silent and empty, tells a story of days long gone. In front of me, nothing but darkness and decay stretch out, a grim reminder of the impermanence of all things.

But what really catches my eye are the four unfortunate creatures scattered on the ground. Four Giant Weasels, expired and defeated. I can't help but feel a pang of pity for these beasts, so easily dispatched by my mighty blade. It seems that even in their death, they serve as a testament to my greatness.

I turn to the right, choosing the path that leads towards more mystery. After all, who knows what treasures and triumphs await me there? I'm sure it will be nothing short of thrilling.

• Turn right and continue.