You find yourself sliding down a tunnel, deep into the mountain. It was slide-like, but cobwebs covered the corners. It seemed like it was frequently used, due to the stone rubbed smooth. It was dank and musty though, and smelled like death. You crashed to the bottom with a hard thud, landing on your tailbone roughly, something popping uncomfortably. It was dim down here. A single torch was at the far wall near a gaping doorway, eerily lighting the dark, stone room. There were bones down here. You didn’t know what of— it was too dark to see— but you were certain it wasn’t for good reasons. Eyes glinted at you from inside the doorway, bright and yellow-green.