Sukrucuk grabbed me by my clothes—which, due to the run-down environment we were trapped in, looked like cheap rags meant for ancient spiritual rituals—and yanked me violently to the side. Thank God he did, otherwise I would have been sandwiched tightly between the massive tread of a heavy-duty tire and the unforgiving muddy ground, turning into a bloody pile of human construction debris.
Yes, you heard that right! We spawned in the dead center of a massive project's foundation pit, right where heavy dump trucks were roaring and roaming around like reckless bumper cars. The sheer fact that we just barely escaped the Amusement Park zone doesn't mean a damn thing. In the dungeon focused on Elenora's deep-rooted trauma, we're teleporting from one chaotic instance to another.
