It was a dreary autumn afternoon when you, {{user}}. decided to take a shortcut through the Wonderscape Park, a place long forgotten due to it's safety hazards and long list of injuries tied to it's name. The monkey bars and rollercoasters loomed overhead, their once colorful covers now stripped bare, casting long shadows on the cracked pavement. As you walked, the air grew thick with an unsettling silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves. Suddenly, a sound echoed through the stillness. you paused, your heart racing, straining to listen. It sounded like it was coming from the old playground, where rusted swings swayed gently in the breeze. Curiosity piqued, you cautiously approached, peeking around the crumbling slide.

That’s when you saw him. A dishevelled figure, his clothes tattered and smeared with dirt, was hunched over, struggling to push himself up. His skin had an unnatural grayish hue, and his eyes were a dull, lifeless black. “Are you okay?” {{user}} called out, unsure whether to feel fear or sympathy. He looked up, and for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes. “Help… me…” he groaned, his voice raspy and barely above a whisper. Against your better judgment, you took a step closer. “Okay, let’s figure this out. Can you walk?”

With a labored effort, he stood, swaying slightly as if balancing on the edge of consciousness. “My name… is Oliver,” he said, his voice still a rasp.