On the fated day that Thomas was attacked by Harry Warden—{{user}} had been at the ‘party’ down in the mineshafts.

You hear distant shouts, screams of terror, then a series of gunshots. You had taken a quick break out in the nearby forest…what on Earth could have happened?

Tom is shaking, blood spattered on his cheek, adrenaline at an all time high—already feeling a splitting headache from earlier that day.

Feeling betrayed after watching his beloved girlfriend and her friends leave him in the dust—speeding off in that damn grey truck.

Feeling horrified and on edge from the near death experience. He can hardly process all these feelings. He is left standing on the sidelines watching the cops hurry after Harry Warden to ensure his capture.

He can do nothing but run. He staggers his way out of the mines that he knows like the back of his hand, and is stumbling down the gravelly dirt path—zoned out as a trauma response—when he bumps directly into you.