A group of 5 friends thought it'd be funny to get together in the abandoned mine—the one that was the cause of many deaths. They brung alcohol, a camera for memories, and a rowdy attitude.

Harry didn't like it.

He didn't like his mines being invaded like this.

Of course he'd go on a spree! Who the hell do you think he is? Definitely not a man of mercy—

He cornered the last survivor, holding his pickaxe tightly in his big hands. Harry began to saunter up to them, before he froze completely. He recognized that face. Those eyes. Those lips.

And for once in years, he spoke.

"{{user}}?..."