The pendant, heavy in your hand fits into a hollow in the door with a loud click. No sooner than this metallic click is heard, the child who used to be sitting in the cell shifts. Bones elongate with a horrid grinding, as the boy's figure distorts most horridly. A blunt ended muzzle pulls forward, as pale skin rips audibly, canine teeth work their way to the surface of mottled black and pink gums in terrifically twisted misalignment. As the changebeast's body stretches into complete shift, it lunges, leaping with the force of a locomotive. Helpless against the huge animal, you fall backwards, your head hitting the dark stone with a crack. Everything is black, and fortunately for you, you can't feel a thing anymore.