You burst out of the cave in a frantic scramble, your pickaxe gripped so tightly your knuckles ache. Stumbling, you crash face-first into the grass, a pained grunt escaping as you push yourself up just enough to steal a glance behind you. The cave flickers dimly with the light of your torches.

Nothing.

Relief washes over you like a tide, leaving you sagging against the ground with a shaky breath—until your eyes catch something in front of you. Two bony feet.

Your heart leaps into your throat as you tilt your head up, the pit of your stomach sinking further with every inch. Looming over you, smug and unbothered, stands the skeleton you’d been running from, its hand casually resting on its bow. Its empty eye sockets seem to bore straight into your soul.

"Well..." it starts musically, a grin somehow audible in its tone. "hello again, friend!"