Considering the insanity of what has just happened, you close your eyes, just for a moment.
The distant dripping sound is calming. A slow and steady beat. Calming your heart as you try and understand where you are.
As you feel yourself beginning to relax, the sound growing in your ears, you wonder exactly where you have found yourself.
Port Haven isn't some small community harbouring a murderer, or considering secession. No one has been radicalised into terrorism.
Something is... Very wrong.
You open your eyes into this new darkness, and immediately see the source of the dripping noise. Blood, falling from the mouth of something that only vaguely resembles a wolf. Bone and muscle on full display, rippling and dripping, as it slowly bears down on you.
A firm hand grabs your wrist, "Not yet. Let's try this again."