#thread: labyrinth

The deeper they venture into the wood, the more suffocating things become. The fog closes in around them. The trees boxing them off. The air so thick it could drown.

Each step feels less confident than the last, but this was the only path forward--until it wasn’t.

The group comes to a fork in the trees; a path left, a path right. With the forest shifting as it was, there was a chance they would not be able to backtrack from here. Their decision may be final. Crimson eyes dart from here to there, trying to decide which direction to go, before he tosses his head over his shoulder and commands.

“Which direction?”

It is to all of them. Morgan, Leif, Hushen; but to Dhanvi most of all. She was suppose to be leading this merry band, but it seemed more and more evident that she had her own goals in mind.

cout « “experiments:” « “aΓiadne’s thread will lead you from the labyrinth, though not ” « “you alone” « endl; cout « “experiments: ” « “your lives are “linked”” « endl; cout « “experiments: ” « “fight your way to the “core” and the answers you seek will be revealed” « endl; 

                                                              group

                                                              ↳ ⊰ team S O L D I E R ⊱

     Solid ground lifted beneath the metropolitan streets in a sudden turn of events. Metal wiring from hipped machinery extended upward as the captain attempted to latch himself onto something tangible, albeit proving a futile cause. Fast descent into the large vortex of blackness engulfing the foreign underground halted abruptly as muscular frame impacted the ground.

     Left bruised and clinging on to a sliver of consciousness, listless optics slowly opened to reveal an immaculate maze. Without a doubt in mind, this was a deliberate challenge issued by the city's eccentric overseers. Upon further inspection, a barely visible, crimson-hued thread led the man to three others nearby, seemingly intertwined to each person.

“ Hmph . . . ”

     Two were instantly recognizable, as they were both members of his own faction. Petra Ral, skilled warrior in the original Squad Levi and Mikasa Ackerman, 104th graduate alumni and current Squad Levi soldier. The other, judging from appearance, seemed to be a soldier of sorts as well.

      As the stoic serviceman regained a hold on his equilibrium, eerie creaking emanated from the north, with the glint of hollowed eyes peering upon the current group. Metallic blades surface from within complex maneuver gear, gripping onto the hilt of his weapon as a defensive response. Foregoing all proper formalities, blunt refrain beckons the others.

“ It's about time you all woke up. Looks as though we have company. ”