Translations:Codex: Eight Clicks/99/en

He stared at a set of three signs on the wall. Each of them had an arrow, and each of them had eight identical, evenly-spaced lines on it where letters should have been. His knees gave out, and he slumped down onto the floor. His sobs were strangled by the mask, but a sharp, rhythmic hissing accompanied the heaving of his shoulders.