Lock text: From a distance they look like average partygoers, but the manic fervor in their eyes and their obscene... ”games” mark them as anything but. They demand we join them at once. We will need to either bypass them or force ourselves through.<br>Start text: The air is thick with perfume, debauchery, and alcohol. Don't get caught up in the throng. We may be able to fight our way through, or use the mysteries of entry to seek another route.