The ghosts of dead soldiers
live alongside the living.
These used to be barracks,
Meant to defend the Emperor's
domain.
A cat disguised as a general
communicates telepathically.
'Follow me,'
He says,
Chomping on a cigar
before leading me through
the labyrinth,
Medals jingling.
No ball of twine could get me
out of here.
Past dens of vice and...