Evans’ POV
The dungeon was suffocating, the air filled with damp earth and intoxicating scent of organic decay. The walls felt as though they were closing in, the only source of light was the piercing penetration of the silver beam of the moon, burning through the iron bars of the cell. Every creak of the stone below me sent a cold jolt up my spine, but it wasn't the chill or isolation that made me reel on my baraged thought. It was the guttural voice. That chilling voice that penetrated through the darkness.
I wasn’t alone in this nightmare.
A slow, intentional shuffle pierced through the reverberation of the corridor bars. My muscles tensed as a shadow stretched toward me, extending unnaturally against the gleaming torchlight. My breath escaped my lungs for a while. Then, from the thi
