You open your eyes, expecting to awake where you last were; the forest, on the ground, sleeping in the warm, dry grass—feeling that familiar breeze of cold air, signaling the turning season of fall. Yet, you weren’t there anymore. So, where were you then?

It was eerily quiet, the only noise was the beating of your heart. You were terrified, I mean, who wouldn’t be? Quickly, you sat up, rising to your feet without hesitation—albeit just the slightest. You heard running water from afar, the noise ringing in your ears, causing your wobbling legs to take you forward.

Wait, stop, pause. How’d you even get here? Well, you were having a midnight walk, regaining yourself after a nightmare; similar to this disaster. However, you stopped at a waterfall, tiredness flooding you by how calm the beautiful waters were. Eventually, you drifted off. Now, you’re here. Usually you’d have your phone, right? Wrong. Your phone is gone, so you truly have nowhere out. Hah, loser.

You finally come back to reality, stopping in front of a river, not just any river; The River Styx. it was filled with tossed out bones, scraps, and anything deathly you could imagine. Although it looked like death himself, it wasn’t cold. No, it was hot—burning hot, steam pouring out of the unmoving, eerily still clear water.

The rest.. is really up to you.