Jaune is alone...or is he?

Jaune was scared, naked, cold, and alone. He shivered at the chill he felt, which had made his dick shrink in on itself in response. He had gotten separated from the others, and soon after, his clothes disappeared. For that, he was happy he was alone, but yet he wasn’t.

As he trudged down the halls, he stopped as he thought he heard a soft whisper. It was very faint, so faint that Jaune realized he likely made it up due to fear. He continued walking, but quickly froze again as he saw a shadow dart across the end of the hall.

“B-Blake?” he called out. “Ruby? Pyrrha?” He slowly moved forward, getting closer and closer to the end of the hall, and turned left at the corner, walking face-first into a wall, making him fall back with a grunt. He stood as he rubbed his nose. A dead-end. Where had the figure run to then?

Jaune jumped as he heard a soft laugh from behind him. He turned and found himself face-to-face with the shadow. With another deep laugh, it wrapped its hand around Jaune’s throat and moved closer, enveloping him as he screamed.