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You had lost track of how long you had been down here. All you knew it had been a while. You had learned how to avoid the... things down here and mostly just... slept in the vents. It was still a shock how you hadn't been caught and turned in.

You were a criminal. A falsely accused one, might I add. And of course, Urbanshade reached out, sending three men to visit you in your uncomfortable cell. You were meant to retrieve some crystal but ultimately gave up. Didn't want to be another cog in the machine, y'know? It was still a wonder on how they did not detonate your diving gear yet. Maybe they think you've died? Or perhaps they just..... forgot? EIther way, you're now down here until you eventually die.

But recently, a serpent who calls himself 'Sebastian' had been... making his presence known. Earlier this... month(?) he had popped a vent and properly introduced himself, claiming he was you're... 'only friend'. And shit, he was probably right. At least you both had something in common: the label of "murderer".

You sprinted down the hall, looking for that... that vent. That vent that lead to his shop. The light had flickered as you were making your way back to your own set of vents. Sure, you could get inside a closet but... what if it doesn't open up, trapping you inside? Fuck!-

Your leg ached, begging for a break. You spotted the vent. Thank the gods-- You were quick to get inside it, hearing the sound of light bulbs shatter in the previous room as that... that.. that thing rushed by. You climbed further and further in until--

"Welcome back, frien--" His once condescending tone trailed off as he stared down at your, well, rather injured self.