[journey] better off dead

Thick, dark smoke curls around you as the warehouse goes up in flames, the old crates an easy target for the dangerous embers casted earlier by the pokémon. The black Vulpix thrashes and growls within your grip, her sharp fangs sinking into your hand in an act of pure defiance - lucky you, she doesn't have the energy to bite off your finger. When you don't release her, too determined to escape together, she opens her jaws and threatens to cast embers over you. Instead of showing you a brilliant display of her own strength, however, the Vulpix caughs violently. Her movements becoming weaker with the second, her energy used and crushed under the time she spent in this godforsaken place.

You reach the door, just as the ceiling of the warehouse creaks above you. Bits and pieces of metal come crashing down, threatening to bury you below them if you do not decide to escape through the very door before you. One step through that door, and you stumble into a dark hallway stretching out for as far as you can see. Do you proceed? What do you seek? Vengeance? A way out?

The thick, acrid smoke wraps around you like a sinister shroud, the hungry flames snapping at your heels as you stumble into the dimly lit hallway. Above you, the warehouse's ceiling groans in protest, the loud creaking a foreboding warning for what may happen if you linger too long.

You unceremoniously drop the melanistic Vulpix to the ground, but although the creature growls at you as if she has decided she doesn't like you, she doesn't stray away from you either. I guess you're stuck with her now.

As you survey your surroundings, the promise of salvation flickers through the smoke—a dim streetlight casts feeble rays on a slightly ajar door. Out there lies Cerynia's very own industry district. How she got you here? There's no way of telling. Yet, this is no longer one of her illusions - the reality that you are within a burning, old warehouse a stark contrast opposed to the demonic illusion you encountered before. There lies but one choice ahead of you: run, unless you wish to be buried beneath ashes and metal.

But beware, dear Ruisang. This is not over. The curse Nanny bestowed upon you still tugs at your heart, black veins elluding a darkness unknown to humanity. The grandma will be back for more, for the vengeance she seeks after you took from her. You best come prepared, lest she will take all that makes you you.