“Natasha…”

“Natasha…” I listened to a recognizable tone of voice calling my name. I look around the site, searching where it came from.

“N-nathan?” I know it’s him, but I can’t find him anywhere. The range has a perpetual circle of obscurity. I don’t think if I am inside a room with a small space or in a vast pit below, that I simply can’t run-up to the surface because it pulls you underneath endlessly.

“Nathan, where are you?!” I’m starting to get worried and anxious. I can feel his presence. I tried getting a handle on something. Looking for an object to hold at but I landed on the...