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Oozing molten lava, a rickety bridge that looks like it could give way any moment.. That's what I was facing. Behind me, a sharp, pointed castle laden with spikes and other unimaginable objects. Dare I cross? Should I take the chance? If I stay, I'm gone for certain.. On the other hand, will I even make it across to the other side?
The bottle trembled in my grasp. Whatever happened, I couldn't drop it; however, I now found myself unable to put it down as well. Was I just going to stand there until he returned, catching me in the act? A disturbing thought crossed my mind, and I froze: was it a trap?