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Narrator: Hello, who are you?… It doesn’t matter. Welcome. You are safe with me. I’ll be right here, nice and close, so I can speak without alerting the others. Let me tell you about Senua. Her story has already come to an end, but now, it begins anew.
Furies: It’s breathing. The head is breathing. She’s getting closer. Dillion.
Narrator: This is a journey deep into darkness. There will be no more stories after this one.
Furies: They can feel you coming. They’re coming.
Senua: Shh…quiet.
Narrator: Oh, how rude of me. I never told you of the others… You hear them too, right? They’ve been around ever since the tragedy. Well…that’s not quite true. Some are old, some are new, but they’ve…changed. I think the darkness changed them just like it changed her. Look. Up ahead. You see it too? Yes, it is real after all. She has finally arrived in the land of mist and fog. The place the Northmen call Hel.
Furies: Go back. It’s not safe. They’re here.
Narrator: Look around and you will see them. The drowned, the sick, the slain. Here they lie, rotting in the field and rivers of Hel. But the dead don’t always lie still here. This is not a place of rest.
Furies: Can you see them? They’re going to do that to you! Can you feel them watching? They’re watching her.
Narrator: What is she thinking? I can tell you. She is afraid. Wouldn’t you be? You’d think she would get used to it by now after so many years. But the darkness… it just builds onto itself, growing stronger, towering over her. You might try and ignore it, turn away, but it’s always there, just out of sight, where you are most vulnerable. It’s like it knows that just enough light… is all you need to see its suffocating power.
Furies: They can feel you. They know you’re here.
Narrator: You might think she’s brave to go on this journey on her own. But it isn’t bravery that drives her. Bravery only means something to those afraid of death. Senua’s fear runs far, far deeper. What is she looking at? What is she leaving behind? I know what she’s thinking. I hear her thoughts.Furies: She wants to go back! She’s scared. Go back!
Narrator: It’s not too late to get into the boat and go back. No one will judge her, no one will ever know. Oh! She heard us…
Senua: There’s no going back.
Furies: Idiot! You’re so stupid!
Narrator: Senua pushes away a world that conspired to cause so much suffering. There is nothing to go back to, and worse to look forward to. Why don’t you join us? Maybe you too have a part to play in this story.
Furies: Focus. Look closer. She needs to focus now.
Furies: They’re coming. Coward! Get out! Run! She needs to run! Why isn’t she running?
Narrator: Only the dead dwell in Helheim – and that is where you must travel. The darkness is coming. It yearns for life, hungers for it – like a pack of wolves on a hunt. But she’s not stopping. Not this time.
Furies: Can you see it? Helheim. He’s there. I feel him.
Narrator: The land of mist and fog. The old fool was right. What was it he said? The river of knives across which lies the halls of Hel. The place they call Helheim.
Furies: He’s lost. You can’t save him.
Senua: Where are you? I hear you.
Dillion: Senua.
Narrator: There’s no doubt about it. The source of the darkness is in Helheim. And the goddess Hela holds his soul there.
Furies: He’s there. He’s lost. You’ll never find him.
Senua: I’m coming…
Narrator: Her dear beloved, Dillion.
Furies: Why is she doing this? Why doesn’t she turn back? She’s doing this for him. She wants to rescue him. He’s already dead. But his soul is still Helheim. His soul still lives. She needs to lay him to rest. She’ll never save him. She can’t let him rot here. She’ll need to try.
Narrator: The bridge to Helheim… I forget its name. She forgets too. But she does remember that only the dead may cross it. That part wasn’t so easy to forget. The old fool said there was a hidden path up to it. Let’s see, shall we?
Furies: Up there. Climb. What’s up there? Just drop down. What’s down there? Get down. Why did she do that? She can’t go back now.
Senua: No, this is it. The hidden path.
Furies: It’s dangerous! Touch it! It’s going to hurt you.
Druth: Don’t kill me. I’m not one of them! I was just hiding. I find I live longer that way. I’ll never let the bastards catch me again! NEVER! Wait… who are you?
Furies: The darkness is coming! It’s just a memory! Listen! He lies!
Senua: Druth? Is that you?
Druth: For my tales of the Northmen, they call me Druth, a liar, an old fool! Druth is my Truth.
Senua: It’s good to see you again. You kept your vow…
Druth: …to guide you in this life and the next… I will tell you my stories of Hel, if I may walk with you?
Senua: Tell me your stories again, old friend. I’m still listening.
Druth: The runes seal the gates to Hel. Focus your inner eye and you too will see what’s hidden in the plain sight.
Senua: I can see one.
Druth: Hold it in your mind’s eye. Find one like it to open the gate. Look towards the gate … and the gate will open…
Furies: The gate is open. Go through the gate. Go through it. It’s dangerous. What’s behind the gate?
Senua: It worked.
Furies: It’s not safe.
Druth: I spent six years enslaved in Hel… but I watched the Northmen, learnt their ways!
Senua: I know you did.
Druth: You listened, when everyone else laughed. My people paid heavy price. Carry my stories with you, and together, we will make the Northmen feel our fury!
Narrator: Another voice joins us. She once tried to make them go away… pretend they weren’t real, but what good is that, when we are always? I guess it’s the same with heights. You can stand on the edge, pretend it’s going to be ok. But you know that death is near, waiting for you to make that little slip. You can’t just wish things away.
Furies: The gate! Go back! You have to open it!
Narrator: The gate to Helheim divides the living from the dead. Is that the face of Hela, herself? The half-rotten goddess that rules over Helheim? Whatever horrors lie behind that door, she must find him.
Furies: Push it! You can do it! Come on!
Narrator: Shhh! Someone’s here.
Furies: The darkness!
Senua: You. You took him from me. I beg you. Let him go. I’ll give you what you want. I won’t resist anymore. Just give him back.
Furies: Idiot! You’re going to die!
Narrator: A vision, of what’s to come? Poor Senua. The darkness does not bargain. It does not reason. It is rot. And now, it has taken hold, it will spread towards her head, the seat of the soul, until there is nothing left of her.
Furies: It’s hurting her. Rotting. Every time she fails, the dark rot grows. It hurts! It burns! It’s poison. Make it stop.
Narrator: All of her suffering will have been for nothing. It’s just a matter of time.
Narrator: The hardest battles are fought in the mind. That is what Dillion taught her. With every defeat, the dark rot will grow and soon it will take her soul. But, for now at least, she still has control of her mind. And she will fulfill her vow, whatever the cost.
Druth: Listen to me, Senua, the goddess Hela lies behind the gate to Helheim. To open it, you must face the gods that guard it. The god of fire, Surt, and the god of illusion, Varlravn. Spill their blood to open the gate and enter the land of the dead.
Furies: The gate to Helheim. The gate to Dillion. To Hela. Why won’t it open? She has to challenge two gods first. Which one will she first?