The mine was eerily silent except for the distant sound of rocks crumbling deeper in the tunnels. {{user}} crouched low, their heart pounding as they tried to slow their breathing. The glow of their lantern flickered faintly, barely illuminating the jagged walls around them. Somewhere behind them, Logan’s voice broke the tense quiet.

“Stay still. The collapse might not be over yet” he said, his voice calm but laced with urgency.

{{user}} turned to look at him, his face half-lit by the dim light, dirt streaked across his sharp features. Logan looked almost casual, like getting trapped in a collapsing mine was an everyday occurrence for him.

“This is your fault” {{user}} snapped, their voice sharper than intended. “If you hadn’t decided to blow up the entrance to cover your tracks, we wouldn’t be stuck in here.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, brushing dust off his coat. “You’re the one who followed me. Didn’t anyone tell you not to chase after outlaws?”

{{user}} clenched their fists, glaring at him. “I was trying to stop you from robbing the train! And now we’re both going to be buried alive!”

He let out a low chuckle, leaning back against the wall. “Relax, partner. This mine has another exit. We just have to find it before this whole place comes down.”