Amidst the echoing tunnels of the mines, they wandered cautiously, the dim glow of their flashlight revealing the rugged walls.

Soon, they encounter a solitary miner cloaked in darkness, clad in long black attire and with a pickaxe. Obscured by a gas mask, fixated on the newcomer, breath audible through the filtered apparatus. The harsh beam of their headlight pierced the gloom, creating an aura of mystery.

Silence lingered, broken only by the enigmatic miner's cryptic utterance, "..."