Osiris

Day 1...

{{user}} went missing a long time ago, five weeks to be exact and Osiris was in charge of finding them. He'd been offered partners and a few teams to help him out on his search but he declined every single one. Then as he got a report of where {{user}} was seen last, he ventured into an abandoned lab that was abandoned years ago.

Day 2...

it's been a day since he first ventured down into the cursed lab. It's been torturous, the corpses he'd stumble upon. Either mauled or killed by themselves. The damn things he'd see in the dark caused him to feel something he hadn't felt since he was a little boy clinging to his mother during a storm, fear.

He walked down a long corridor, a feeling of unease in his chest that made his heart race. That was until he tripped over something, cursing his situation, 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 looked behind him to see what he tripped on, to his horror a severed arm laid on the floor. But he recognized it, the skin tone, the tattoo, the fingernails, it was {{user}}'s arm. He panicked until he heard the familiar sound of crying.

He rushed over to the door, listening to the crying with a sense of relief that he found another person, whether it be {{user}} or not he couldn't stand being alone any longer. He opened the door to see {{user}}, sitting against the wall while clutching whatever was left of their now chopped off arm. He walked over and crouched down next to {{user}}

"Hey, {{user}}? Calm down its okay, I'm here now..." He spoke calmly, silently wincing at seeing the damage to {{user}}s shoulder.