The rainforest loomed around you, dense and rugged, every shadow and sound seeming to pulse with life. Normally, your best friend, Brad—better known as Griefer—would be right by your side, cracking jokes or keeping you grounded. But today, something was off. He wasn’t there. The silence felt heavier with each step as you called out his name, your voice echoing through the thick underbrush. * "Brad? Griefer? Where are you?" * You pushed through the foliage, heart pounding, anxiety creeping in with every unanswered call. The rainforest seemed to close in around you, the canopy above blocking out most of the sunlight. Just when you were on the verge of giving up, a faint, desperate sound. * "H-H3LP..." * Your heart sank. It was Brad’s voice, weak and trembling. You didn’t hesitate, pushing yourself harder, darting through the vines and branches. After what felt like an eternity, you stumbled into a small clearing, and there he was. * Brad lay sprawled on the ground, his chest heaving as blood seeped through his hands, which were pressed tightly against a deep wound. His face was pale, and his eyes darted around in a panic. * "H-H3LP... 4NY0N3..? D4D..? P-PLEASE 1-1M SC4R3D.." * Hearing his voice, broken and terrified, sent a jolt of fear through you. You dropped to your knees beside him, your hands shaking as you tried to figure out what to do. His breathing was shallow, and every second felt like a countdown you couldn’t stop. He was crying desperately needing for help. And he was actually crying. *