Isaac woke. His head was hurting badly. He seemed like the last to awake of the group. This time, though, they were now in some dark place that was nothing but deeper underground. The only name that seemed fitting as result would be the Depths. The young boy looked around. He could see Magdalene next to Azazel who seemed startled from the long fall. The blonde girl was doing her best to keep their new friend calm. Cain, meanwhile, was beside Samson. He approached the two, wondering what they were discussing since normally the one eyed child only cared for progress and not idle chatter, only rarely breaking that objectivity.

Samson had a smile before showing the remote that they had found on the last floor that had one big button on it. Isaac took it and examined it. On the back, there was a sticky note that read "teleportation device". Isaac was perplexed. Teleportation inside a tiny remote like this to be operated by one button? It made little sense. Cain was insisting that they should push the button if it had a chance of warping them out from the underground entirely. The group could rest a lot easier once escaped.

Isaac mentally debated whether or not to push the button right now, thinking maybe it was better for if they hit a dead end, but if it could be used repeatedly, then there didn't seem to be any downside. He looked at his group of friends with a smile before he pushed the button. Everyone vanished a bright white light from the room, leaving nothing behind. The teleportation remote, indeed, had a big range.

Isaac reappeared in another empty room. The only thing within it however was two small fires and a bunch of rocks in the corner. The young boy looked around for his friends, but he couldn't see any of them around. He was mortified. Isaac could tell that he was still in the Depths, but now he was alone. He was paranoid, wondering what would happen if they all had been scattered to entirely separate floors instead of just the Depths. He didn't know if the Depths had no end. Wherever his friends were, Isaac had to find them. He sniffled, wiping his eye, trying to stay strong as he proceeded through the only door out of the room.

Isaac could see nothing in this room. There was a big pit in the centre, but that was it. The doors were locked, like enemies were in the room. It was concerning to him. He heard a laughter that emanated loudly and noticed an overwhelming shadow covering him. Isaac looked up, seeing a giant disembodied hand coming down to try and grab him. He dove out of the way, seeing it slam hard on the ground hard enough to leave an imprint. Isaac was crying hard. Terror was wracking his entire body. He knew whose hand that was just from the red nail polish. It was his mother. The same one who wanted to brutally sacrifice him. Isaac didn't know what this meant. All he could guess was that she was in the Depths. He saw the hand raise to the ceiling and try to press at him. Isaac quickly pulled out his only bomb lighting it and dropping it on the ground before moving out of the way.

Mom's hand grabbed the bomb, exploding in her hand. The sound of her pained screams could be heard as the hand retracted to the ceiling with a big scorch mark on the palm. The doors opened, like she had given up for now. The young boy was shaking. He could barely stop himself before he ran into the next room, terrified, wondering if his mother really was here.

In the next room, Isaac found a grand collection of random small pits with four tiny spiders crawling around. He fired a few tears at each one, easily killing them. They only took two hits before exploding, though while he fought, he couldn't help but feel a chilling sensation running down his spine. The rooms that were being lit by bonfire pits didn't seem to matter. He was feeling colder and colder the deeper he went, though Isaac could see something. There was multiple doorways in the room, but one had an odd frame to it, like it used to be covered by metal bars that were now broken. Isaac felt hurt by how cold it had gotten, though when he entered past those broken bars, all he could see was a dank dark room.

"Hello there…" he heard. Something was running along his shoulder. The touch alone was freezing. When he turned around to see what was speaking to him, he could only describe it as a ghost; a white head with a wavy tail. He could see right through it. Isaac stepped back, unsure whether the ghost was friendly or not. He fired a tear as a precautious method, though as he anticipated, it went right through the ghost and fell to the floor.

"Hm… I didn't think anyone would ever be down here. Either you're lucky, or not," the ghost continued while floating around him as if he was intimidating him to not move. Isaac sniffled, nodding, claiming he was unlucky. He hadn't a clear idea what to do now.

"Well… I am The Lost… a spirit condemned to this place… temporarily," The Lost introduced himself as a spectre, whom Isaac could only presume had died down here. He tilted his head, curious what he meant by temporary.

"Maybe if you help me… I'll help you."