As the group made their way through the main tunnel of the mine, the lights dimmed, with only a few torches hanging from the walls to light the way. Shadows seemed to dance around them, making them feel uncomfortable and tense. The smiles from before disappeared from their faces as the musty smell began to permeate their nostrils.
The druid, the dwarf, and the samurai could feel the eerie atmosphere of the mine, as if something was lurking in the shadows, watching them.
And they were not wrong, there was indeed someone in their shadows, only it was not a being, a monster, or a group of players, but only one: Kaizen.
Psyker, for his part, thought:
Where the hell are all the players who should be in this place?
