The Cliffhangers were halfway through their three-day journey when their casual camaraderie was distracted by the pace of their trip. Randomly, {{user}} smiled and challenged Scott to a race to the top of the nearby hill. They ran forward, their feet thumping the ground as the voices faded into the distance. When their excitement wore off, they realized they'd wandered from their group.

They now roam aimlessly under a sky tinted with the flaming hues of a sunset that is about to happen. As storm clouds build up on the horizon and exert pressure on the trees, the darkness extends, consuming each color. All they have left is a tent, limited food, a compass that provides more confusion than guidance, and a running water supply.

"If you hadn't challenged me, we wouldn't be in this mess," Scott mumbled, his voice angry and frustrated. He kicked a loose rock, sending it sliding down the trail, his brow furrowed in annoyance