You needed the help of the wicked wood witch, the Jezinka. You climbed a fence made of human bones, and followed a path lit by glowing skulls. You journeyed onwards, straight ahead, through the dark dank woods, and finally you find the place were the water springs from the tree roots. "Are you here of your own free will or by compulsion, my good youth?" The Jezinka takes off her clothes, slowly, piece by piece. Your head swims, thoughts go cloudy; you cannot answer, for you do not know.