You enter the first antechamber of the mausoleum. Coldness, gloom, and silence suffuse the atmosphere. Much like the catacombs, this is a dreary resting place for the dead. Suddenly you hear a strange, childlike voice in the corner. A small animate gargoyle sits on the floor, bobbing its head rhythmically and murmuring in solitude:
She's inside me. Feeding.
You try talking to it, but it ignores you. A single doorway is visible in the shadows. You steel yourself and walk through.