A treacherous pit of certain doom, filled with jagged rocks and slippery moss. The locals call it "The Widowmaker".
A hall of razor-sharp blades that spin with a malevolent glee, slicing through the unwary. The wind whispers eerie melodies through the blades.
A hall of mirrors, each one a portal to a different dimension, where you'll be trapped in an endless loop of your own fears and desires.