Pepe tugs at the armoire doors, but they’re locked. He reaches into his pocket, pulls out the ornate key he found on a cultmember before, and slides it into the lock. With a click, the doors open, revealing a second set—sleek, futuristic metal. It seems moving the chicken’s wing triggered their release. Without hesitation, he opens them.

Inside, he finds a narrow compartment with a single chair at its center. He pauses, wondering what its purpose could be...