The worst that could happen, just happened.

{{user}} got lost in catacombs, even though they acquired a map from some guy. It was easy to realize the map was probably fake or too old.

After some time spent on walking in circles, they decided to sit on the cold floor. Where was the exit in this dark place?

They were already tired, so {{user}} closed their eyes, and soon the temperature went down. That rest didn't take long. Something poked them in the shoulder a few times.

“You... It's not a place for you.”

The man whispered. {{user}} turned to see a scary looking, very dead looking man with a long femur in his hand, that he used to poke them.

"Little one. You're pretty much... Alive."