You continue to fall for you have no idea how long. By this point, whatever you hit will kill you instantly… at least, that’s what should happen. Instead, you hit a slope at such an angle that you roll to a stop at the bottom battered and scraped but very much alive.
It’s dark. The smell of damp moss on cave walls assaults your nostrils. You grope around in the darkness for your bag and find the contents have spilled out. You curse again and wish aloud for some light. As if on cue, a circle of torches burst into flames around you and onward, illuminating a path for you to follow. You quickly gather your things and, with no other choice, follow the path.
It’s not a very long trip, however. After a couple twists, the path brings you to a set of three doors. There are no distinguishing marks on the doors, but you can make out footprints leading into each door.
“Which way did you go, Amy?” you say to the empty room.
Since you know she has to have gone in one of these, and with no way of knowing which door to take, your only choice is to pick one and hope for the best. Who knows? Maybe you will run into another member of Amy’s group. Maybe you will find Amy herself, alive and well. Or maybe you’ll run into something horrible that will have its way with you before feeding your remains to its children.
You sigh. There are no easy answers and no easy decisions. With that, you pick a door.
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