Step... step...
Soft footsteps echoed through the damp corridor, each one tapping against the stone walls like a whisper that refused to be silenced. The air was wet and thick, heavy with the scent of old rot and mold, the kind that settled in your lungs and refused to leave.
Only a few torches lined the passage, spaced far apart, their flickering flames casting uneven light across the stone. Between them stretched long, jagged shadows; pools of darkness that swallowed everything they touched. In those gaps, the figure walking remained hidden, their face masked by the veil of unlit space.
Step... step...
