SMG3 was stuck in the castle, which was sinking. Stuck at the desk him and SMG4 had to share, literally. The strange eldritch vines were wrapped around the both of them, forcing them to work. He exhaled shakily, adding yet another discreet cry for help in their video as he continued typing, feeling his eyes get heavy as the small pink cracks formed on him, his clothes collecting more and more dust. "I'm sorry, i'm sorry, please., Please."