(Brad's POV)
As we cautiously ventured deeper into the labyrinth, the incident with Jake still lingered in the air like an unsettling mist. Gelo, now on his feet but visibly shaken, walked alongside Alyson. The torchlight, casting elongated shadows on the ancient walls, seemed to echo the uncertainty that had settled within our group.
Caught in a moment of relative calm, I leaned towards Alyson and whispered, "Let's leave him when we have to get out." The torchlight, flickering in agreement, painted shadows that underscored the hushed gravity of our decision.
Alyson, though visibly torn, nodded in understanding. "We can't let this divide us further. Let's focus on finding a way out together," she replied, her voice a soft reassurance in the dimly lit chamber. The torchlight, responding
