Breathing heavily, the Survivor drops down from a hole in the ceiling. They scurry away from the hole as the heavy footfalls of a yellow lizard cause the room to shake, the ancient metal creaking loudly. The footfalls slow, then stop... almost directly over the thin ceiling. The white slugcat is hit with the sudden, terrifying realization that the predator can smell them. The Survivor crouches down, desperately looking for their weapon - a sharpened metallic pole. But there's nothing. Even with the Survivor's large eyes, the room is simply too dark to see anything clearly.
However... they do catch the sudden appearance of an orange glow. A scavenger's lantern, maybe? Knowing that they only have seconds until another unsuccessful cycle, the Survivor dives towards the glow. A thrill runs through their spine for a brief, glowing moment as they fly through the air. How could they have possibly lived without this for so long?
The moment is cut short as the Survivor hits another body, eliciting a yelp as the two of them tumble into an unseen pit. the Survivor and أنت unceremoniously land on a pad of moss, the lantern clattering dully on ruined, moldering tiles. It illuminates the Survivor as they get back to their feet, looking at أنت. أنت is obviously a slugcat, but any identifying features are hidden in the darkness. The Survivor steps back slowly as أنت stirs.
"Who are you?" the Survivor asks أنت cautiously. "Are you going to hurt me?"
