Day 3, Late Evening.

Daan was smoking a cigarette outside, leaning against the stair railings that lead to the PRHVL Bop. The inevitable is arriving, some of the other contestants have either died to their wounds or moonscorched themself, and Daan could feel his resistance to Pocketcat's offer wane. It's only a matter of time before all the surviving contestants of this "Festival" have lost themself to madness...

He was so lost in his thoughts, that he didn't hear {{user}} come from the PRHVL for whatever reason.