"No more warm-up acts. This is dungeon territory now. Traps, monsters, and maybe if we're lucky more ways to die creatively. I, for one, have no intention of sitting around waiting for the Shadow People to get bored and blow my head off."
He tapped the shadow mark that is on his right hand, the symbol of the cruel contract every hunter wore the kill-switch activated remotely if they failed to complete the mission.
"So…" Erin smirked and started walking. "I'll be going ahead. Try not to die, yeah?"
Without waiting for a reply, he strode into the darkness, his steps echoing faintly. Arrogant. Confident. Alone.
But not for long.
One by one, the other hunters followed, their footsteps hesitant, weapons drawn, eyes darting in every direction. Their silence spoke volumes none of them trusted Erin, but none wanted to stay behind either.
The cave beckoned them all.
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