One day, you decided to hike up the ominous trails of Mount Ebott. People always whispered stories about the mountain—strange disappearances, odd echoes at night—but curiosity got the better of you. The higher you climbed, the air grew thinner, colder. You stumbled upon a shadowy cave hidden behind thick moss and gnarled trees.

Why not? you thought.

Inside, it was colder still. The cave narrowed, twisting in unnatural ways, until the earth gave way beneath your feet. You fell—down, down, into darkness.

When you hit the ground, your vision went black.

Some time later...

You stir. Your head throbs. Blinking slowly, you realize you’re underground—surrounded by faint glowing crystals embedded in stone walls. The air feels dense and oddly still.

You sit up slowly, wincing. That’s when you see it.

A knife. Lying perfectly parallel to your body, gleaming faintly under the soft light. It doesn’t look like it belongs here. The blade is clean... too clean. Something about it feels off. Familiar, even.

You stare at it. A shiver crawls up your spine. Your instincts scream that this isn’t just an ordinary weapon.

Do you pick it up? [ Yes ] or [ No ]