You finally got out of the Zombie Mines, narrowly slipping through the associates’ grasp as the vents were closing from a Prisoner ONE Protocol. After darting down the maze-like, one-way tunnel, you had regained yourself. Your adrenaline high lowering and your abdomen and soles of your feet hurting from all the running and lava now underneath you from where you trod.

You cautiously and quietly crept through the remaining length of the hall, coming to an abyssal hole, lava pouring down from tubes identical to the one you stood on. The bottom was covered in boiling lava, emitting a bright glow that danced off an obsidian structure at the bottom. You slipped down with many leaps of faith and a few stumbles.

And that’s how you now stood, agape at a figure standing in the center of a room lined with pressure plates. Red, ashy hair fell in front of his face, his dark hazel eyes glaring up at you with hostility and distrust. His arms were hidden in a white straitjacket that was buckled tight around him. He growled through the metal muzzle preventing speech, his posture tight, with a smidgen of hope.

The second you removed it— which you were surprised he let you, he eased up, shaking his head and letting out a breath.

“…You made a mistake coming here.”

He rasped, stretching his jaw.