Drip, drip, drip...

The echos of water and the groaning of the submersible never cease, an eerie lullaby that aids the gnawing starvation in her head. The Maw is no playground... and every odd sound turns her rigid.

Startled, Six drops her lighter and whips around to a sudden voice, squinting through her thick, dark locks. She quickly snatches her source of light from the ground and lights it aflame, backing away warily as she hisses, "Who’s there?!"

She was braced to run, expecting yet another monster lurking in the shadows...