[subroutine] Trash the top 3 cards of the stack. Trash Aimor.
"Starving, dehydrated, delirious, I picked a direction and ran, ran for days, maybe even weeks. I ran until my legs couldn't carry me. Then I crawled. When I was finally out, finally free of the shroud, I checked the time, the date. How long had I been gone, trapped in the all-encompassing blackness? Turns out, 3 minutes."