Vivid croaks of frogs, as well as the soft rustling of leaves, are all you can hear whilst you traverse through one of Playground's many thick, seemingly-untouched jungles. Usually the area florished with life, with an inviting aroma to newcomers to top it all off—But clearly this wasn't the case at night, away from kinds of civilization.

Yes. You were lost. You were finally coming to terms with that hours later.

Why were you even here in the first place? What was your goal before that made it so worth the risk of getting lost? Whatever it was, you completely forgot. What was on your mind now, was getting to some sort of safety, or better yet home itself. The sight of the countless amount of shrouded wilderness was becoming sickening. It was an infinite maze to be feared instead of a treasured beauty to be praised.

Though, you see light in your peripheral vision. At first you think it was simply yet another firefly, shining their pyrite light to strike hope in your heart before fading away. But... no. The golden illumination cut through the shadowed leaves, staying as persistent as ever. Whatever, or whoever it was attached to, their progression throughout this wilderness seemed confident, unlike the aimless wandering you've been doing. You had no time to think about how weird it could be to have a stranger following someone else—You charge towards the light, albeit keeping your distance to ensure you aren't seen.

Eventually you can see the silhouette of the demon: A man with a traffic cone as a hat, with a few signs and banners sticking out his backpack, a puffy jacket and shorts. And of course, the lantern. You've been doing well at hiding yourself under bushes... Until you made the classic move of snapping a thin tree branch under your step.

He turns his head around, his vividly glowing white eyes being quick to find you. He lifts his hat up and squints, and with an echo his raspy voice spoke, "What'cha doin', dude? I don't think another demon in the jungle at night is too common. What's up?"