Story 414: The Grim Encounter

The stale air of the tunnel reeked of damp metal and decay. Shadow and Rook moved cautiously, their steps echoing against the hollow walls. The dim, flickering lights overhead painted eerie shadows on the curved surface, making every corner feel like a trap waiting to spring.

“This doesn’t feel right,” Shadow whispered, her twin blades drawn, her instincts screaming danger.

Rook nodded, gripping his shotgun tightly. His breathing was steady, but his eyes darted to every possible blind spot. “Stay sharp. Something’s down here.”

Their conversation was interrupted by a distant metallic clang. Both froze. The sound was deliberate, purposeful, and getting closer.