And All Things Will End

You quietly open the door, and sneak through.

There is a man with his back to you. In his hand he holds a skull, still attached to a body by a few slivers of skin. he slams the head on the sawblade at the end of the platform, making a vague squelching sound that is at odds with the cracking of the skull. He peels the remnants of the face off of the blade, then slams it into it once more. Judging by the other limbs, they have all recieved a similar fate.

This carries on for some time, and the man shows no signs of stopping.