ALDRIC
I stepped into the passage.
The air hit me first. Cold and stale like the inside of a tomb. I pulled out my phone and turned the flashlight back on. The beam cut through the darkness and showed me stone walls on either side. They were rough just as I remembered. Though the jaggedness that screamed unfinished was more prominent to me now. The useless fuck who had built the place hadn't cared about making it pretty to look at. They seemingly only cared about making it functional.
I moved forward. The floor sloped downward. Each step took me deeper into the passage and I could feel the temperature dropping with every foot I descended. My footsteps echoed off the stone and came back to me in strange distorted waves.
The beam of light swept across the floor and that was when I saw them again.
Footprints.
Clear as day in the layer of dust that coated everything down here. They were fresh. Recent. The edges were still sharp and hadn't been worn down by time or air currents.
