Tyler and Tansy landed lightly at the bottom of the shaft, though neither of them relaxed after touching the ground. The underground air was much colder than above, carrying the stale smell of damp concrete, rust, and old metal that had been trapped in silence for years. It was the kind of atmosphere found only in places abandoned long ago, where time had stopped moving but traces of human activity still clung stubbornly to the walls.
Tansy immediately reached into her bag and took out a torchlight. When she switched it on, the pale beam cut through the darkness and revealed a corridor stretching ahead of them. The narrow light exposed cracked walls, broken floor markings, and scattered debris, while the deeper sections of the passage remained hidden under thick shadow.
The place was far larger than either of them had expected.
