The whistling echoed through the silent prison. A cheerful melody that seemed completely at odds with the oppressive atmosphere that had dominated the floor just moments before.
Jack followed the sound, his footsteps echoing off the ancient stone as he made his way toward what he assumed would be the entrance to the next floor.
System, any idea where that whistling is coming from?
[Unknown. The melody appears to be originating from the direction of the floors transition point.]
[Additional note: The tune sounds suspiciously like a tavern drinking song from the pre-imperial era.]
Jack couldn't help but crack a small smile despite his exhaustion. Only the God of Death would whistle drinking songs in an ancient prison. As he rounded the final corner of the central chamber, Jack stopped dead in his tracks.
