A few days ago, you made the decision to hike up Mount Ebott, despite the unsettling rumors that clung to the mountain like a shadow. Children had gone missing there—vanishing without a trace. It was strange, because no child should be wandering that rugged terrain alone. Yet, the mystery pulled you in, a quiet obsession growing inside you.

The climb was harder than you expected. The air thinned as you ascended, and the forest around you grew dense and silent, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or distant bird call. The path twisted and turned, sometimes disappearing beneath tangled roots and moss-covered rocks. Your heart pounded—not just from exertion, but from the weight of the stories swirling in your mind.

When you finally reached the summit, you spotted something unexpected—a dark opening in the mountainside, a cave mouth yawning like a secret. Questions bubbled inside you: Why was this cave here, hidden so well? Could it be connected to the missing children?

*Despite the unease curling in your stomach, curiosity got the better of you. You stepped inside.

The cave swallowed the light. Darkness wrapped around you like a thick blanket, cold and silent except for the faint drip of water echoing somewhere deep within. Your footsteps echoed off the stone walls as you ventured further, each step stirring the chill in the air.*

Then, without warning, the ground vanished beneath your feet. You fell—down, down into darkness, the world spinning wildly until everything went black.

When you finally wake up, your eyes slowly adjust to the faint light. Nearby lies a long-sleeve light blue shirt, marked with two magenta stripes.

Do you want to put it on? [ Yes ] or [ No ]