Acceber's heart raced as she and Drake huddled in the dimly lit room, the air thick with the acrid scent of formalin and other preserving agents. The sudden sound of a door creaking open sent a jolt of fear through her. She instinctively pulled Drake with her into the nearest closed door. Her hand shook as she fumbled to close it, her breath catching in her throat as the latch clicked into place.
In the creepy silence that followed, Acceber strained her ears, listening intently as guttural voices, twisted and demonic, spilled from the tunnel they had just narrowly avoided. The language was foreign, filled with sinister undertones that sent shivers down her spine. Drake stood beside her, his expression tense as he surveyed their surroundings.