[You awaken in a coffin in the center of a room. Beside it, its pair shakes and rumbles. Something is inside? Or possibly it is an odd machine that merely looks like a coffin.

Ignoring that, the room is a small rectangular crypt, made of white stone with vines, teal mosses, and faintly bioluminscent flowers growing up between the cracks where grout has worn away. Water pools at the bottom of the room, a centimeter or two deep, and stairs rise up from the well-like floor to spiral upwards where a pair of overly decorative wrought-iron gates hold you shut in here with the shaking coffin. Above these gates are the aforementioned words: LOCKSCENTRE STRANGER CEMETARY]