Simon didn't hear or see anyone else in that room, nor in the next room. This was getting ridiculous. Was he just supposed to find his way out before anything happened? Simon groaned as he opened the door to another empty hallway. He gave the sword an experimental swing. It was pretty heavy, but he was having an okay time carrying it, especially given he had on some kind of armor. Simon was pretty athletic, but still, this seemed a bit odd.

Which reminded him, did he have stats of some kind? He thought about it for a moment, and a little screen popped up. So the "menu" seemed to be thought-based. Helpful to know. Simon looked over the numbers. Resolve was his highest by far, followed by Strength. Then Spirit, then the rest were all comparatively low. Made sense; if he was a tank, defenses would be his highest.

Waving the screen away, Simon moved down the corridor. As he approached the door at the end, he thought he heard talking. He paused, weighing pros and cons. He'd not seen anyone else yet, so company and potential answers would be appreciated. But on the other hand, what if they were hostile? Still, he pushed open the door. If this was some kind of game, at least enemies might provide clues.

The high scream of a girl told him he made the right choice. A huge wolf-like creature stood in front two people with indistinct words over their heads; a boy and a girl, who appeared to be the screaming one. Simon hefted his sword instinctively; he wasn't sure what was going on, but wolves and people made for dangerous mixes. "Hey!" He shouted.