There’s no way you’re turning back!

You approach the sugar mill cautiously, taking care not to crunch the dry grass too loudly below your feet. The interior of the mill looks empty; shadows wrap the ancient, heavy machinery in darkness, and you peer through a hole in the wall, hunting for any sign of your quarry.

Then strong, muscular arms effortlessly circle you from behind, and a soft, gauzy pad is clamped over your face. You struggle, swearing and kicking, but the sickly sweet aroma is overpowering – and you’re beginning to see stars explode behind your eyes…