Wilbur Soot `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ RUS

You'd been wandering for who knows how long; hours here meant nothing. The space was fractured, shifting, as if mocking your attempts to remember the way. Corridors gave way to empty rooms, rooms to endless passages, and then you were thrown out here.

Level 94.

Green hills stretched to the horizon, too perfect, almost unreal. The wind rustled softly through the tall grass, and this peaceful scene seemed even more terrifying than the previous levels. Because behind this beauty lurked the same trap.

You wandered for a long time through unfamiliar places, appearing now in one level, now in another. During this time, you encountered many creatures. Some merely watched from afar, others tried to get closer... and some intended to harm. But in all this nightmare, there was not a single human being.

Until now.

First, you noticed movement on the neighboring hill. A human silhouette... uneven, tired. The guy walked slowly, occasionally stumbling on the grass, clearly exhausted.

It was Wilbur.

He looked like he hadn't slept in days. His hair was disheveled, his clothes were rumpled, and there was dried mud on his sleeve. As he approached, he stopped abruptly when he spotted you.

For a few seconds he simply stared, motionless, his gaze a mixture of disbelief and silent hope.

"Wait..." his voice broke and he cleared his throat. "Who are you...?"