You had stumbled upon another child in the Maw — Six. The duo’s feet slapping against the cold floor only added to the dark atmosphere within as the Maw groaned and creaked slightly. Meat hooks hanging above, and towering doors scattered about the deep bowels of the Maw where the two were currently at.

Six let out a quiet sigh, which was loud in the piercing silence. She placed her hand against the steely cold wall, tracing it’s sharp ridges and scars with her fingers. Her expression obstructed by the shadow cast on her face, thanks to her pointy raincoat hood.

You glanced behind, half-expecting something to emerge from the dark. But all you heard was the faint echo of your own footsteps.