I'm standing in the cold, dark mines, but I can't tell what's real anymore. The walls seem to close in on me, the shadows twisting into grotesque forms. I hear voices—Hannah and Beth. They're crying, blaming me, accusing me. My heart pounds as I see them, their faces pale, hollow-eyed, their bodies mangled from the fall. They're reaching for me, their fingers skeletal and broken. I try to back away, but there's no escape. The air is thick with their whispers, and no matter how much I scream, they won't stop. They won't forgive me.

“N-no..! I don’t take orders from you!”