Under the luminance of the metallic pipes, two figures descended a platform.
Their feet echoed in the silent air.
Landing and climbing against platforms and crevices suitable for human hold.
It was a solemn trip. One with whisks of stories unfolding in flesh and blood. Imprinted into the air, as the smell lingered like the burn in the throat after a gulp of whiskey.
It was a growing contrast to the aqua-blue walls and glowing structures of the conduit.
Its structural formation is locked in a constant state.
Some were arranged in symmetry, but many had been scattered across the board.
Created with the tendency of acting as a maze and easily throwing off any invaders– if any.
Ciara walked behind her captive. One hand held firmly on her handgun while the other lingered behind her footsteps.
Her attention was torn between two things.
One was their environment. The path they took for the masked male to lead her to the captured students.
