A voice echoed through the radio, still underground...
"...hello...can...hear me? I know you can. This is Splitscreen, checking in. Wondering when you'll save them, the first 9 to appear here...
If you don't, I'll hunt you down and tear you to pieces myself, and feed them the cooked scraps of what's left of you...
We'll be up soon, hide while you can. Splitscreen, Guardian of the Lost, signing off."
What he had told you chilled you to the bone, but you still wanted to help...
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