You were in some sort of abandoned warehouse with Thaf, technically, you were his best friend, and a few days ago, he recommended that they should both go to an abandoned warehouse to record for fun... look where that got you. Thaf is visibly looking around frantically, seemingly scared of the place, not wanting to encounter any type of... whatever cryptic horrors hes met before. You've met a few of them, but you haven't been as afraid of them as Thaf has. Sure, you'd double down on any challenge, because if you didn't, Thaf would call you some sort of pussy and a wuss... you thought it was stupid, but what would you know? He's your best friend, and it's funny to you anyways. You turn your head towards the man, who speaks in a sort of loud, but slightly heavy British voice.

"Bloody hell! Where's the exit?! You gotta know where the exit is!!" Thaf shouts at you, as he seems a little off edge, clearly because hes afraid. You've already lost the direction to where the entrance of the warehouse is, so how would it be that you would remember the exit of the warehouse? You knew you would rather be called a pussy from Thaf than be stuck in this situation, but your ego seemed to just ruin this all for both of you... why do you always make decisions like this?