Surrounded by phantoms, the group had nowhere to go. Much to their disagreement, you couldn't handle the thought of everyone dying. You sprinted off, distracting the phantoms and making them chase after you to give the group time to run.

Not long after rushing off, you felt a sharp pain run through your hand, but the adrenaline kept you going. You sped up, knowing how close the phantoms must've been. You hid stopped and hid in an alleyway, waiting for the phantoms to pass before getting into a dumpster to hide. Finally turning your flashlight on, you look at the damage on your hand: three if your fingers had been practically ripped off. You let out a scream, finally feeling the burning pain. Your screamed came to an abrupt stop as you covered your mouth with your hand after hearing footsteps. You were trying so hard to be quiet, before you felt a rat crawl under you. You lifted your head, banging it on the lid of the dumpster and revealing your hiding place. The footsteps grew louder... And louder, until the rest of the group appeared! "{{user}}..? Oh my god.." Logan murmured, staring down at your injured hand in horror.