Shark and Jellyfish

"Come on!" Moriarty reached out to the edge of the well and pulled himself up with all his strength.

He pulled himself out of the well and fell to the solid ground with a tired look on his face.

In his hand, a silvery key gleamed in the eerie, crimson moonlight.

"Screeech!"

At that moment, blood-curdling screams sounded all around the town, frightening the players and viewers alike. The source of the screams remained unknown, but the dread still remained.

"Whew…" Ambrose looked at his bloodied hands as they were clutching the rope.

"H-hopefully this was worthwhile." Moriarty stood up and juggled the key in his hand.

"Nn." Ambrose nodded, but then heard some rapid footsteps approaching them. "Huh?"

As they both turned to look at the sound, they saw a rotting figure with its arms wailing around, rushing through a dark alleyway with blue blood splattered across its mouth as if it had just finished feasting.