The lights flicker and go out. The ambient light is just enough to make out shadows and vague shapes. It is disturbing to be here in the dark. The unnatural sounds, the flashes of unfamiliar shadows and strange shapes. I can hear pumps and machinery. I can hear sighing and moaning coming from parts unexplored. And perhaps most frightening, I can hear metal scraping on metal and the rush of air from a long sealed door being opened.

"Mengele" is loose. I can do nothing but stand still and hope he doesn't notice me. I don't know his plans, intents or motivations. I only know that I don't want his attention. I listen with all of me for signs of his approach. Maybe he didn't see which way I went. Maybe I am safe from him. Maybe, but not likely. I see the sparks of a knife being dragged across metal first. Then I hear his footsteps. They have to be his, for I have encountered no others here.

I can feel his breath as he smiles at me. His hand caresses my face. His voice is softer than I'd imagined. His tone is reassuring and almost beguiling. Yet his eyes remain cold.

"It's OK. I am here to do want needs to be done. I can give you the solace you are missing. I will give you rest. All you have to do is ask."

And he is gone, back to his room. Sealed again, for now.