The Foyer is empty, leaving you and the bones of the man – whom you assume to be a man – whom you assume to be the Host. The multiple assumptions sit uneasily with you, and you decide to investigate a little further.
Kneeling down, you avoid touching the bones directly, and instead examine them closely. Not being a doctor, you're unable to tell if the bones are all human or not – but one thing you notice is that there are tiny, almost imperceptible marks like teeth or razors against many of the bones. Scoring, you think to yourself.
That's all you can divine, however, as the distant melodies of song and strange, almost mechanical howling, come from the distance. You: