[ well, strictly, they do not actually want you to yeet yourself into the hole. in fact, there's an immense pressure that seems to hold you in place at the edge, staring down into the abyss—like the pressure of many immense, incomprehensible eyes on you. when the voices become clear for a moment, they just have on request. ]

Give us your name.

[ well. it's not really a request. more of a demand. ]