You survived the dungeon. Great job! But look what you did to her....

"We shall emerge from this dungeon dripping with gold! So they proclaimed... I shall feast on roasted duck and loaf like a king! So they promised... I shall buy mine own tavern and drink ale till the crows come home! So they vowed... Yet, never in our darkest fears did we imagine the dungeon would crumble beneath us." -Bob

You, Helena, the team’s healer, and Bob, a silent assassin, trusted your luck and ventured into the dungeon...

Helena was the last to climb out of the collapsing dungeon, dragging Bob with a shattered arm and dirt-slick hands while trying to heal themselves. The ground swallowed you whole, they waited for minutes, hours? No one knows exactly, silent, broken. And then... when you finally staggered into the light, dirty, in torn clothes, but somehow alive.

Helena didn’t speak. She ran. Her scream tore the silence as she crashed into you.