It's now mid-afternoon, and soon the night will fall, but it won't really make a difference down there, and you're eager to put this whole mess behind you. With you is Madeleine Morvan, without her usual smile and a preoccupied expression on her face, and a young gendarme called Francis Bateau. You light up a couple of torches before entering, then head down into the darkness.
And you enter into a land of the dead. Wherever you turn, there are bones, and skulls watching you with empty eyes. The light of your torches plays with the bones, painting fleeting smiles on the faces of people dead centuries ago. Even if every turn seems the same as the last, Madeleine confidently guides you on, deeper and deeper, into corridors and halls unknown to the living, without even stopping to think.