The tunnels beneath the facility stretched on endlessly, a labyrinth of forgotten steel and decay. My boots echoed against the damp floor, each step swallowed by the oppressive silence. I adjusted the grip on my weapon, fingers tense. The air was thick, heavy, and charged with something unnatural.
“Kane,” I murmured, pressing two fingers to my earpiece. “I’m deeper in. No sign of patrols.”
Static crackled. Then her voice was clipped and sharp. “That’s not a good thing, Tony. Stay alert.”
I didn’t need the warning. Every inch of this place screamed danger. It felt… wrong, like stepping into a place that had been abandoned by time itself. The walls seemed to ripple when I wasn’t looking directly at them, shifting subtly, as if something beneath the surface was trying to push through.
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