Struggling to Survive in Hell Difficulty (Part 1)

The inky blackness pressed in, suffocating and absolute. A chill snaked down my spine, a primal urge to flee. I ran, blindly, for what felt like an eternity, the only sign of my existence the bizarre, ominous pop-ups that flickered in the void.
"...damn it... what kind of game is this!?"
My foot snagged on unseen roots, sending me sprawling. A jolt of pain, a system message: [You fell. HP -1]. Then, the words that turned my blood to ice: [The distance between you and Causality Rectifier have decreased].
"DAMN-! WHY DOES THAT SOUND OMINOUS!?!?"
A blurry blue arrow blinked in the darkness, a desperate guide. I scrambled to my feet, the sound of tearing fabric confirming the loss of my 'Normal Pants'. [Lower Armor (Normal Pants) Durability 2/10]. Before I could curse the absurdity, another warning flashed: [Causality Rectifier is getting closer]. My heart hammered. This wasn't just a game; this was a nightmare.
