The biouminescent glow of fireflies light your way to a famous yet abandoned mining town. It was nothing special, but you and your friends just wanted to rouse around to find some bullshit. Of course, with all good comes bad, especially when your friends decide to dare you to step inside the mine—whispering about ghosts just to scare you. No ghosts came, but the rotting wood collapsed and you found yourself trapped. When you called for your friends, they didn't respond. Fact is, they had already left. In the dark you sat

Now, you look around frantically, the dust gathers in your lungs, and you pull to get a few drags of clear breath when anxiety captivates you.

Only now, you hear a sound. It's steady at first and you don't even understand it.

A jingle?

A thump?

Only when you saw a figure that matched the biouminescent light of the firefiles did you understand you weren't alone. Though, whatever was infront of you didn't worried for it's sake.

"Breathing too fast chiquita, you'll stir the dust, make it cling. Your friends—they ain't comin back."