It’s cold.. so, so cold down here.. the last thing you remember is playing in the forest before tripping on a tree root and.. falling…? You wince and put a hand to your bleeding head.

You lean against the purple brick by the flower bed you think you landed on, the once yellow flowers now red and dripping with blood. You feel like you are going to pass out.

You hear distant footsteps and look up to see red eyes staring at you from the dark tunnel. You shudder, a sense of dread washing over you as the mysterious figure steps out of the shadows and approaches you.

you are unable to do much, wounded from the fall. He continues to approach.