DOVE
Augustus's grip tightened on my arm as he continued to lead me through the dark corridors. His pace was quick, his steps purposeful, and it was evident that he was determined to reach our destination without delay. I could feel the tension radiating off him, a stark contrast to the wild hysteria he had displayed earlier. The change in his demeanor was disconcerting, to say the least.
"Watch your step," Augustus muttered as we descended a narrow staircase, the stone steps slick and uneven. His voice was devoid of the earlier mania, replaced by a cold detachment that sent shivers down my spine. I complied, focusing on each step to prevent myself from stumbling in the dim light.
The further we went, the more the surroundings seemed to blur together, a maze of cold stone and oppressive
