"I swear," Isabella muttered, gripping the vine tighter, "if this 'pet' is a freaking hamster, I'm gonna scream."
Her arms ached, her fingers were raw, and sweat dripped into her eyes, but she refused to let go.
With a final heave, she pulled herself up—
And the vine snapped.
Her heart plunged into her stomach as her foot slipped on loose rock.
Gravity yanked her backward.
For a single, horrifying second, Isabella felt herself falling.
Her arms flailed, fingers scrambling for anything to hold onto. Her mind screamed—this was it, she was going to die, all because some cursed system wanted her to save a pet!
No. No way.
With pure desperation, she lunged forward and—
Her hand caught the edge of a jagged rock.
Pain shot through her palm, the rough surface digging into her skin, but she held on for dear life.
Her legs dangled over nothing but an endless drop below. The wind howled in her ears.
"Holy—!" She gritted her teeth, her body shaking from the near-death experience.
