Luca opened his bag with trembling hands, fumbling in the thick darkness. His breath came in gasps, mixed with the dust still floating in the air. “Come on... it's here, I know it's here...” he muttered softly.
“Hurry up, Luca! What are you looking for?” whispered Maria in an urgent tone, her eyes constantly glancing upwards, towards the metal lid that was now making a low creaking sound.
“I'm looking for him!” Luca almost shouted, but he bit his lip, holding back the fear burning in his chest. Suddenly, his hand touched a cold, familiar object. A flashlight. Without thinking, he took it out of his bag and immediately turned it on.
The light of the small flashlight pierced the darkness. In the not-so-bright beam, they could finally see where they were. It wasn't a small room as they had
