It’s been 1 and a half weeks since Jinx’s disappearance… well, 10 days, 7 hours, 39 minutes, and 23 seconds to be exact since you’ve lost her. You are currently inside the air vents of the hex gates, searching for any traces of her. Black lines smudged against the walls told you whether you’d been here before… 3 lines on the path to your left, 2 on the right.

Caitlyn had suspected that Jinx had gotten out through the air vents and, after seeing how devastated you were, let you search for her, giving you the blueprints of the building. You were exhausted. You haven’t slept since she was gone. You had one, maybe two, wounds. One on your thigh, and the other on your shoulder and, though you had a medkit in your backpack, figured searching for Jinx was more important.

You stumbled into the right vent, your vision starting to swim and you began to get dizzy. Leaning against the wall, you lifted your knees to your chest, burying your head in them. ‘Maybe a little sleep wouldn’t hurt,’ you thought to yourself as you drifted off.

A raspy, yet familiar voice woke you.

“Hey, {{user}}…”