First Person P.O.V.
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Looking at the vent made me think, 'well, this was a stupid idea. Nice going, Y/N.'
"You gonna stop staring at the vent yet and actually go in?" Thomas asked. The entire group had been laying on their stomachs and looking down the metal abyss with the help of my flashlight.
"I'm going. I'm going." I waved the male off. "Let's go, Aris." I then climbed into the vent.
I should've expected that the vent was small... I didn't. It wasn't going to be a mansion. I felt like I was a hamster trapped in the plastic ball.
"Do you know where you're going?" Aris asked. He was the one who had been in the vents before.
"No," I shook my head and scooted aside. A feeling of defeat roamed throughout me. I suppose I just wanted to do better than him. "Uh, you can lead."
"I thought I would in the first place," Aris had admitted. "Don't beat yourself up over it."
"Yeah," I cleared my throat. "Go ahead. Lead the way."
Aris had started to crawl, him in my sight. I felt... Safe with him. Like he would be a dependable lifeline.
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