(Gelo's POV)
Gelo's heart pounded as he stepped into the dimly lit room, the air heavy with the metallic scent of blood. The moaning grew louder, echoing off the cold, damp walls. My senses heightened, every nerve on edge, as my eyes scanned the room for the source of the haunting cries.
The flickering light revealed large, ominous stains on the floor, like grotesque artwork painted with the essence of pain. My mind raced with a mixture of fear and curiosity, whispering doubts and questions. Who could be in such agony? What had transpired in this forsaken place?
"Hello?" I called out hesitantly, my voice barely audible against the eerie backdrop. The moans persisted, seemingly desperate for acknowledgment. I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, as if unseen eyes bore into my ver
