Your college friend Hershel Layton looked utterly exhausted. You had heard the sound of Angela sobbing atop the hill where they stood and ran to see the commotion. She was on her knees in the middle of the path, weeping. Hershel stood a few feet in front of her, covered in dust presumably from the archaic ruins. Randall, the reason the two boys had left on that adventure in the first place, was nowhere to be seen. Your heart immediately dropped into your stomach, fearing the absolute worst.

He looks at you with his soft, sad brown eyes, hesitating to explain. Then the feared words slip from his lips like a chill wind.

"Randall's...gone."

The silence that commenced was deafening.