You stumble into a small, almost empty room. It's more like a cage, the walls are made of iron bars. Between them, outside, you only see the bars of a bigger cage, and no matter how hard you try, you only see a forest of thin iron rods in the distance.

In the middle of the room there is a single gramophone. You almost feel that it slightly vibrates, as if it was overflowing with something. As if upon touch it would collapse, detonate, or start playing, you're not sure which one would be the worst.

A piece of paper is tucked under it.

>NORTH

>EAST

>SOUTH