Tyler's pov
I stand before the gathering of hooded figures, my eyes adjusting slowly to the dimly lit chamber. The air reeks of decay and corruption, a stench that seems to cling to my skin like a bad omen.
"You have failed us, Tyler," one of the figures hisses, its voice like a rusty gate.
"You were supposed to deliver Adrian's pack to us, but instead, you let them break the curse and foil our plans."
I feel a surge of fear mixed with desperation. I know I'm in grave danger. These beings don't tolerate failure, and I've failed them spectacularly.
"You are useless to us, Tyler," another figure spits, its voice dripping with contempt. "You were given a simple task, and you couldn't even accomplish that. You are weak and pathetic."
I fall to my knees, begging for mercy.
"Please, spa
