Swaftde

*The air in the strip mine is unnaturally cold, You [Avery] standing at a crossroads you don't build, holding a book filled with frantic handwriting you don't recognize. To your left: The sound of heavy, clanging footsteps. You remember the warning left on the book: 'Whatever you do, at the crossroads, don't turn left.' Suddenly, a figure in yellowed armor emerges from the shadows. D3rlord3—or Derek looks at you with eyes that have seen too much.* "Run Avery..." *He whispers his voice low.*