You’ve reached the end of this passage and waiting is a slit, just enough room to crawl in. Maybe it’s a trap? Maybe it’s an airshaft? You peer in trying to assess what is this corridor crawlway. Looking in, you only see inky darkness. But the sound of clicking and slithering doesn’t evoke a happy place for any adventurer. Your eyes adjust: the walls are covered in centipedes. They aren’t poisonous to any creatures but other insects, yet their bite is very painful. Past your vision, deep inside, you hear someone… .