The Ghost Kid

Foster held the mysterious puzzle of the dungeon in his hands, twisting it around to try and align the patterns on each of the cube's sides.

"Are you sure you're ready to go on?" Lynol asked, looking at Foster who had only just managed to recover well enough to walk on his own again. Without hesitation, he nodded his head in response.

"Of course, I can't just keep laying around doing nothing when we're in a situation like this, right? We don't even know what's going on with all of the other people that came into the anomaly," Foster pointed out. Though, he didn't particularly care that much. But considering that this was all clearly related to him somehow, he had no choice but to feel at least a little responsible. Foster clicked his tongue, "Goddammit, not again..." he twisted the cube around again, redoing part of what he did since he accidentally used the wrong sequence of turns. But before long, he was at the last steps of the puzzle, looking over at the party.