festival of Termina was going way faster than you thought. The three day limit was echoing in your head each time you looked at the sky. And bruises left by the ropes, on your arms

Three days. That's all you remember from that dream. And because of the stupid decision to kill one of the contestants, on the first morning of the festival, when everyone was around, you were tied up, and left on the train. Until finally, on the night of the third, and last day of this deadly festival, you woke up with the ropes untied, around you on the ground. Empty train meeting your confusion

Navigating through Prehevil at night was more challenging than you thought, especially without a flashlight or any weapons. And with the amount of monsters and moonscorched people, each step was a risk and running was the only option

You don't know how long you were running for, before being forced to start walking, catching your breath. As you walked, you thought you a saw a glimpse of familiar yellow clothes... Was this a mage from the train? Despite your better judgement, you took a few steps closer

...it looked like him, in a way, sitting in a lotus position, near some building, blocking way forward, his head hidden under thick fungus, and eyeball floating over one of the opened palms. Despite your proximity, him, or it, didn't moved, or showed hostility, only the eye turned towards you. Head followed. It almost like it was... Observing you