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Druth: I saw once a plague strike Northern lands of ice. It was so terrible that not the oldest man among us could remember the like. Hundreds died. The sickness took nearly every person younger than forty and many older, and where dying mothers gave birth, the marks of the plague were on the babes as they came out of the womb.
Furies: Where are we? I don’t like it. This place feels creepy. This place stinks.
Senua: What is this place?
Furies: There he is. Dillion. The light. He’s in the house. He’s going in. Keep him in your sight. Where’s it gone?
Senua: It’s a test. Like the old warrior trials. Dillion will help me.
Furies: It’s just a trial. You have to solve it and then you will find him. He’s so close.
Narrator: The stench of rot. She can almost taste it. Do you smell it? No? Don’t worry, not everyone can. It was a warm spring day when she went to the river with Dillion and the others.
Furies: The arch. Is it a gate? It’s magic.
Narrator: But the water… She could taste the rot. But no one else could. She knew something was wrong. Sometimes sinister. She begged them to leave, but they just laughed at her. But soon enough, as the bodies piled up, no one was laughing, and they knew that she was not like them.
Furies: The bridge. It’s broken. Fix it. The house. You can see the light. Find him. She did it! She didn’t do it! It’s not done yet. You found a way to climb the tower. She fixed the bridge. You passed the trial. Get to the house!
Dillion: Senua? Come to me! Where are you?
Senua: I’m here. I’m right here!
Dillion: Are you in there?
Furies: The runes. You have to focus. End the trials. Find him.
Furies: What’s that sound! Where are we? Someone’s calling!
Senua: Dillion! They’re coming for me!
Furies: It’s too much! You’re dying! Who are they? It’s Dillion! It’s not Dillion! There it is! Get away! You’ll burn! It’s close! It’s close! Move away! Don’t let them see you! There! Focus! Find it! Focus! Run! Run! Find it! Run now! You don’t even have your sword! Senua! It’s not safe here! It’s not safe. I feel not safe. You’re dying!
Senua: What should I do? Where are you!
Furies: The light! Another one! Go towards it! Focus! Two more to find! Where are they? Where’s Dillion? Where are you? One more! Don’t get lost! Don’t let it look at you!
Senua: Where are you?
Furies: You have to find a way out! Get out!
Dillion: Senua! Senua. What happened?
Senua: They’re blaming me for the plague. Say that I am cursed. What if they are right?
Dillion: How would they know such a thing? Are they Gods? None of us are. They are just people, good people, but they are scared. They are afraid of what they can’t see. Like children scared of the dark, they make up stories to fill the void. That doesn’t make them true.
Senua: What if my father was right?
Dillion: You have to step out of this darkness. Let them see who you really are, like I have. You are not a monster.
Senua: Without you, this darkness has made me a monster.
Furies: Killing you would be too easy. They are stealing your memories. They want to kill your soul. Dillion is disappearing with your memories.