[The name you have guessed writes itself in glowing letters across the face of the glass box.]

Forte

[A grinding, icy sound comes from the glass a moment before cracks appear under the name. The box gives in one single lurch, and the chains suddenly constrict, seeming to gleefully take all of the give that was offered.

The heart is all but juiced as the mass of chains become metal jaws and teeth, tearing into its new meal. Blood pours across the table, seeping into the wood.



You have guessed wrong.]