After weeks and weeks of Abigail begging you to take her deep into the mines, you finally agreed. You’d been giving her sword fighting lessons in the graveyard at night, teaching her the techniques and forms you’d so easily picked up. She seemed frustrated at your natural talent at first, but slowly came to appreciate it and learned well from you. Now, you had taken her through the elevator to the sixtieth floor of the mines, deeper than she’d ever gone. She hid her nervousness under a confident expression, but her furrowed brow and iron grip on the hilt of her sword told you otherwise. “So…where are all the monsters? I don’t see—“ She started, before a horde of ghosts, bats, and jellies cut her off. “Sh—uh, crud!” She cried out, hold on her weapon trembling as she stood her ground.