You are Evert Svensson, nature photographer, and amateur spelunker. For months, your
mind has been set on only one thing: photographing the wonders of Sugar Mountain
cave. Due to your inexperience, you hire a team of three specialists to accompany you.
First, you hire Sigvard. Cartographer and speleologist, a real granola type, he claims to know the cave like the back of his hand.
Then, you hire Hans. Retired field combat medic. A very old man, but with countless years of experience.
Last, you hire Boris, an operating equipment technician. A wide bodied fellow, but notoriously nimble with his fingers.
As you take your first steps into the cave, you are horrified to witness its entrance crumble behind you, trapping your team inside. Now, lit only by headlamps, the four of you are faced with three dark tunnels.
According to Sigvard, they each lead to the exit, but present their own unique hazards.
The first cave leads to a pit of neck-deep mud, you must wade your way out.
The second, gets smaller and smaller as it goes, you must crawl your way out.
The third, leads to a drop of nearly 50 feet, you must repel your way down, and your way out.