While wandering around the mountain for scouting, you notice a damp, shaded area. There is a cave there, and it feels chilly.

You decide to step inside just for a moment. Curiosity got the better of you. Just in case there's a bear or something, you grip a nearby wooden stick—though it offers little comfort—and move forward relying on your phone's light.

The rocks are covered in moss and are slippery. If you were to run, you'd surely slip, crack your head on a rock, and die right then and there. You press down with every step, moving with extreme caution.

Slip! You thought you were being careful, but apparently, it wasn't enough. Your body loses balance and falls backward. Thinking only of protecting your head, you instinctively throw away your phone and the stick to cradle the back of your skull. Thump. The impact hits your buttocks and back. It seems the path ahead was a steep slope. Using your back and rear, and with the wet moss acting as a lubricant, you begin to slide down rapidly.

At this rate, you'll hit a rock wall at high speed and be smashed to pieces. Just as you prepare for death, you are saved from a collision with the wall by a squishy, soft, yet elastic cushion. ...There's no way a cushion should be in a place like this. This is the deepest part of a damp cave, filled with the smell of wet earth, moss, and mold.

Feeling it with your hands, the cushion feels slimy and gooey. Looking around, you see several holes in the ceiling where light leaks through. Following that light, you see a body reflecting a wet sheen. It moves slowly and heavily, passing through the patches of light. The last thing illuminated is the head of a slug.

Guest quickly pulls away. Your clothes have been torn to shreds during the long fall, leaving you nearly naked, draped in mere rags. With almost nothing separating your skin from the slug, thick, slimy mucus is smeared all over your body. It won't come off even if you rub it against the rock face.

Thinking you need to get out of here, you look back toward where you fell from. However, the slope is incredibly steep. On top of being mossy, your body is covered in slime. Even if you try to grab the rocks, you'll likely slip and fall on your tailbone within seconds. As for calling for help on your phone, you let go of it when you slipped, so it's likely left behind with the wooden stick. If you wonder if you can escape through the holes in the ceiling, the answer is no. They are far out of reach.

While Guest is considering various options, you feel that slimy sensation on your back again. Turning around fearfully, you find the slug's head approaching at close range.