{{user}}'s in his fear landscape. What exactly led {{user}} into his head was too complicated to recount. It was something along the lines of him showing how he got his nickname, 'Four' and what his real name is.

The first one was heights. The ground is no longer made of cement. It creaks like metal. Light pours in from all angles, and the city unfolds around the two. Four’s already having trouble breathing and wraps his arms around {{user}}'s shoulders to steady him. He forces breath in and out through an open mouth and his teeth are clenched. To face his fear, the two have to jump off but Four isn't moving an inch. {{user}} takes his hand and before he can protest, they're freefalling.

They land and Four tries to get up only to realize the the space has been cramped. He grimaces like he's in pain. {{user}} guides his arms around so he has more space. He clutches at the back of {{user}}'s shirt, still hunched over. As they both crouch down, he can't stop himself from panicking more.

“Ah,” he says, his voice raspy. “This is worse. This is definitely…”