Buried Alive II

Glancing at Eden, she looked distraught from hearing her siblings in great distress but she kept it in before turning, asking what to do in that situation. In any case, I just motioned for her to keep it down while we let everyone else freak out and lose their shit—wait until it dies down—before giving them stimuli to make their heads spiral down again.

It was just straight-up mental torture at this point and I could only feel sorry for the people who were afraid of very, very tight spaces.

Still, what they didn't know was that we strapped them with heart monitors among other monitoring devices not only on their bodies so we could properly judge if they could carry on with Phase 2 or not.