The tunnels pressed in around them like a living thing—walls sweating with condensation, air heavy with damp and rust. The single flashlight beam Keller carried cut a narrow path through the darkness, bouncing across fractured concrete and rusted steel. Every drip of water echoed, magnified, as though the labyrinth itself were taunting them.
Lin kept his pace steady, but his mind worked in a thousand directions. He could almost feel the weight of Seoul above his head—its neon lights, its sleeping citizens, the shifting games of Jin's syndicate—all piled on top of him, like the city itself was daring him to survive the underground.
Behind him, Keller muttered. "Feels like we're walking into the throat of something that's gonna swallow us whole."
