“Just one turn?” Drake asked from the floor.

The being in front of him nodded reassuringly. “Once inside and the key inserted, a single turn will activate the device.” The gold collar around it’s neck shown brilliantly in the well-lit room. It glistened so much that it dawned on Drake just how much in contrast it was with the horrific plans they were now setting into motion.

Drake sat crouched on the floor, staring at the worn out materials of his boots. His gaze shifted from his boots to the small silver key in his hand. The thought of that ‘one turn’ made the insides of his stomach twist into a sharp pain. How had it come to this?

A salty mixture of tears and sweat coalesced in Drake’s mouth. He raised his head to the sky, wiping the tears away. “Dear Gods,” the words barely left his lips. “Let them forgive me. All of them.”

He knew he couldn’t hesitate for even a moment. In one fell swoop, Drake jabbed the key into the slot and gave it ‘one turn’ until he heard a click – and everything went white.