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When me and chan were kids we used to play in the woods all the time. But it's been so many years that I hardly remember where the trapdoor to the tunnels were.
I wandered around for a while, trying to find the boys or maybe a trail.
About thirty minutes passed and I had still found nothing.
The sound of shooting began to echo throughout the forest. I was of course unaware from where it was coming from.
All I could do was hope they weren't dead.
It was pure torture. I don't know where the fuck I am, I'm fucking cold, this backpack is heavy, it's nighttime I can't see, I can't find the spiders, I don't know if they're even alive, and I could possibly be taken back to that literal torture chamber.
I was walking aimlessly when I began to hear sticks cracking.
I spinned around trying to figure out where the person could be coming from.
Their bright red eyes began to glow.
"S-snook." I heard a feminine voice call out to me.
"Angel?!" I gasped, running to her. "Where are the rest??" I held her cold hands, relieved to see her.
"I-I don't know." She cried
"What do you mean you don't know?" How could she not know? She was literally with them an hour ago.
"They all separated to find you! But then there were gunshots and came here"
