Chapter 132: Sensory Overload Training, Start! (Part 2)
He moved carefully, the crowbar held firmly in one hand as he scanned the area. He walked down the aisle, his footsteps echoing off the stone walls.
The air was thick with the scent of mold and decay, the dampness of the rain seeping into the church.
As he reached the back of the building, he noticed a door with a faded sign that read, "Do Not Enter." The door was slightly ajar, and from within, a dark staircase led down into the depths of the church.
'Yep, this is a bad idea,' Don thought, staring into the abyss below. The darkness seemed to swallow the light, and he could feel the temperature drop as he stood at the top of the stairs.
But with a deep breath, he steeled himself and began his descent, the old wooden steps creaking ominously under his weight.
"I hope this training is worth it," Don whispered to himself as he disappeared into the darkness.