The beam of the flashlight in Luca's hand danced along the wet stone wall, guiding their steps through the seemingly endless narrow passage. Their breathing sounded intermittent, mixed with the rustle of water dripping from the ceiling.
“How much longer do we have to keep walking like this?” Maria asked in an agitated tone. She grasped Miguel's shoulder in front of her, trying to keep her balance on the slippery floor.
“As long as this hallway exists, we have no choice,” Moon replied, her voice flat but firm.
Luca glanced over, the beam of light from his flashlight hitting Maria's pale face. “Are you okay?” he asked quietly.
“I don't know, Luca,” Maria replied honestly, her lips trembling. “This place makes me feel like... like we're walking into a trap.”
“If you keep talking like tha
