A few days ago, curiosity led you to climb Mount Ebott. The mountain was infamous—children had disappeared there under mysterious circumstances. Some whispered they died in the wilderness; others believed they were trapped in the depths below. No one really knew. Yet, you wanted to see the truth for yourself.

The hike was long and tiring. The air grew thinner as you ascended, and the forest around you became eerily quiet. Shadows stretched longer, and an unsettling stillness settled over the landscape. Every step forward felt heavy, weighed down by the mountain’s dark history.

When you finally reached the summit, your breath caught. Before you lay the entrance to a cave, its mouth black and silent like a sleeping beast. A cold wind whispered through the opening, sending a shiver down your spine. You hesitated for a moment, then pushed forward, compelled by a mix of fear and fascination.

The cave swallowed the light whole, and your footsteps echoed into the void. The air inside was damp and cold, thick with silence broken only by the distant drip of water. Suddenly, without warning, the ground beneath you crumbled. You fell—screaming into the abyss—until everything faded to black.

When you come to, the world is quiet, the darkness around you softened by a faint glow. You stand slowly, your limbs aching from the fall. As your eyes adjust, you notice something lying nearby—a long-sleeve blue shirt. It seems out of place here, and despite the cold pressing in from all sides, no one is around to claim it.

Do you put it on? [ Yes ] or [ No ]