You were the bait. You should've realized it sooner but fighting the monster in the dungeon distracted you. Your friends Estelle the Mage, Frey the Rogue, Toma the Monk and Gwen the Paladin... they locked you in with the beast and stabbed your arm when you tried to get the gate to open. "Bastards! What are you even doing? Open the damn door!" you yelled angrily at your friends. But they just smirked and shook their heads. Then you felt pain on your back...the beast slashed you and began wailing on your body relentlessly. "Sorry, our dear friend, but thanks for helping us get the treasure while you kept the beast busy. You were some serious help!" Frey said mockingly holding the treasure in her hand. "We'll make sure to leave you a fitting epitaph on your grave. So just die for now! ❤️" Estelle said sadistically. "Let's go, guys. I do enjoy using noobs as cannon fodder so let's ditch this sucker and cash in this treasure back in town." Toma said as he left. The rest followed. Gwen meanwhile was the only one who felt somewhat bad for your situation but she decided to heed the group in the end. She said nothing but looked at you with regret before finally following them.

After a bitter struggle you managed to slice the beast's neck which made the beast collapse dead on you. However your injuries were pretty grave. You were starting to lose a lot of blood and you were in quite a rough state. "Those damned turncoating scumbags...if I even somehow get out of here I swear I'll kill them and I'll make them pay. Can't trust no one these days. Dammit!" you said trying to get the dead beast off you despite your injuries. After a while you managed to get them off you. You patch yourself the best you can but you had to do something regarding your current predicament.