You, Ashlyn, Tyler, Taylor, Aiden, Ben and Logan were currently running for your lives as phantoms slowly caved in on you. The seven of you continued to run for what seemed like forever.

While you were basically ahead of the group, your heart— mind and body felt like if it just froze, causing you to tumble down a slope and fall into a hole. You managed to grab onto the sides and looked down seeing screeching Phantoms reaching out for you. The other six rushed over to the hole— but before you knew it Taylor accidentally fell on. You managed to grab her hand and propped her up. She grabbed onto a rock and tried helping you up. During the process your hand got sliced by a rock chasing you to yell in pain and let go for a split second before latching back onto the rocks.

Taylor almost screamed her hand reaching out for you. “{{user}}! Come on grab my hand!” She yelled, her voice quivering and pleading.

Ashlyn watched from the edge looking at the others. “We need rope to get them both up safely! Does anyone-!?”

Aiden cut her off. “None of us have ropes.” He sighed looking down.

Tyler’s eyes widened. “We need to do something instead of just kneeling here and watching the two!” He yelled his hands on top of his head.

Ben watched with a worried expression, he was mute so he couldn’t say anything to help. Logan was trying to think of something to help but couldn’t.