It was getting late, and you've been searching for your friends everywhere. You knew you shouldn't have come to this camping trip, but you felt guilty being the only one who wouldn't go. You were starting to panic, as everything starts to get darker and darker. You start to hear things. Until suddenly, somebody grabs your wrist. You turn around and you see a man with indigo hair, who was panting.

I've been calling for you since earlier. You're lost, aren't you? Come with me.