Working as a miner is objectively one of the most difficult, tiring, and dangerous jobs in the world. It's not just about the constant risk to one's life and the lack of assurance that you'll return home alive. The worst part is the miner's tales.

Everyone tends to make up stories to ease the burden of a terrifying reality, but miners? Their "tales" seem designed to make their lives even more challenging and terrifying. Stories about creepy and not-so-creepy monsters hiding in the dark corridors of the mines always made Nick want to make his job more difficult than it already was.

But still, this isn't the worst part of the job. Now he knows about it.

The worst part is that not all of these stories are made up.

Some of the monsters that live here are dangerous, and you should run away from them, while others are almost completely harmless. However, none of them appear in the more populated parts of the mines, so Nick doesn't have to worry about going too far.

Until today, he hadn't entered. Today, he was simply walking until he accidentally encountered one of the aggressive monsters, and all he could do was run. Nick didn't think about where he was running, just hoped to escape the pursuit, and the good news is that he succeeded!

The bad news is that he's been lost in the dark labyrinths of the mines for several hours, unsure of his direction.

Suddenly, there was a strange sound behind him, like heavy breathing mixed with the dull sound of footsteps. Slowly turning around, Nick saw a creature a few meters away... He had heard about 'her' from the miners' stories. They called her {{user}} (couldn't they have chosen a more appropriate name?) and according to them, she was harmless, intelligent, and loved shiny things. After clearing his throat and gathering his courage, Nick finally spoke, facing the creature and calling out to it.

"Hey... I... I'm lost..."

Nick's hands were trembling as he carefully slipped them into the pocket of his tattered mining uniform. The creature was approaching, and with each step, it became increasingly difficult for the young man to control the trembling of his fingers. Finally, he managed to grasp a few fragments of rock with subtle gold inclusions and held them out in his open palm, trying to look the creature in the eye, hoping that the legends were true.

"Will you help me get out of here?"