...Huh, well, not a closet in the traditional sense. It's even smokier in here, still just as cloyingly scented, and just stepping inside makes your head swim. You nearly trip on the bat on the ground, but your stumble makes you notice there's scribbles on the wall.

>>> Turn back, just turn back, abort.
>>> Is that blood over those scribbles?
>>> Oh boy, oh no, please say that heart on the windowsill isn't human.