It's impossible, really, to discern the furthest reaches of the cave. Darkness oozes from every crevice, while odd air currents whisper of fear and the horror of being lost deep beneath the earth, unable to find any escape to such things as the fast-dimming memory of sunlight and air.

Strange, blood-dark symbols mark the walls, revealed in fits and starts by Ambriel's gleaming radiance and the glow of Asami's flashlight. Some of them are familiar, circles crossed with Xs repeating over and over again.

Some are older, much older, written in languages long forgotten by any earthly civilization left living.

no eyes to see
no ears to hear
in darkness feeds
on flesh and fear

At the heart of the chamber, stretched out on a bed of raised earth like an altar, rests a human-sized bar of chocolate, with the familiar features of Bucky Barnes just barely perceptible through the thinner coating of cocoa that yet allows him to breathe. One hand is frozen in a clawlike shape, silently and futilely protesting his imprisonment.

An orange figure the size of a child lies crumpled and bleeding at the base of the altar, a gun at its side and one arm in a sling.

Behind the altar, facelessly watching, stands the Slender Man himself.