Once Adrian’s eyes opened again, the near-dark chamber looked familiar, the smells, the feeling of cragged, rough rock scratching into his back. Slowly lifting his head, looking around, his throat squeezed, nearly choking him when he noticed the claret muted glow outside of the mouth of the small cave. After a ghoulish screech resonated beyond the hollow’s opening, he pinned himself back against the jaded lava rock, heart racing, as previous childhood phantoms haunted his courage.
He knew that sound. He knew what demon made it. And… he knew how to kill it.
I know this place.
When the opening of the cave suddenly filled with a shaded silhouette, he felt like he was five-years-old again, his stomach somersaulting, hoping that the stony wall behind him would draw him in and swallow him wh
