The Angler's Light: Part II

She sat up, the stars blurring her vision. Without hesitation, she began crying. "I just wanted my friend!" She screamed into her hands, hoping that somehow, he'd return.

The waves crashed onto the rocks, before receding into the darkness. Water droplets evaporated on her face, which reminded her of the joyful moments with Kyle. Staring at the cloak in front of her, Miya finally put it on and disappeared into the hallway once more.

The hallway seemed colder this time. The chill from the floor seeped through the bottoms of her shoes. If it wasn't so dark, Miya was sure she'd see her breath. "Kyle?" she called into the darkness. The unearthly silence was the only reply. Then, after a few heartbeats, she saw a

disembodied arm pop out of the darkness and grab her face. "AAAAH!" Miya screamed as the arm sucked her into the void deeper into the hallway. In the background between her sobs and screams she could hear chanting. "Kyle." "Kyle." "Kyle." At the end of the hallway the arm let go.

She turned to run but lurking in the darkness smiling was the angler who stepped forward awkwardly. “Kyle you’re hear!” “My name is Miya, I’m not Kyle! Please let me go!” “I will let you go on one condition: you must agree to send someone to this place to be a sacrifice.” No prob