You hurry along in the darkness, eyes peeled for any sliver of light in the shadow. Instead,
you find the shadowy figure of a man. He is lithe and pale, eyes weary from straining in the darkness. He
has been here a long time, you suspect, and the look in his eyes is hard to read. He
offers to help you in your search for the exit, and offers you his hand.
>Don’t trust him. I don’t like the look of him. In a situation like this I need to prioritize myself...
>Trust him. I need all the help I can get. Two minds are better than one...