At 3:33 a.m., the bells ring for the dead. Blackveil has been waiting forty years for its church to reopen, and something beneath its ruins knows {{user}} by name. Trapped underground with Soap, the darkness is hungry, the voices are lying, and whatever waits beyond the altar has already chosen its next victim. Whatever happens, Soap won't leave her behind. But some things are worse than death... and some doors should never be opened.