The place was dark, wet, and filled with a strange, metallic smell that clung to Arty's throat.
She didn't like any of it. Cold droplets dripped from unseen depths, pattering into shallow pools that coated the uneven floor.
A dim sourceless glow pulsed along the walls, just enough for her to see vague shapes but not enough to feel safe because she didn't know where those lights came from.
The space felt like a corridor. It was narrow, damp, and stretching endlessly into shadows.
Arty felt fear curling inside her chest. She didn't know where she was or how she arrived here, but she forced her legs to keep moving.
Eventually, the corridor opened into a wide chamber.
The room's architecture twisted unnaturally as if angles bent in ways they shouldn't be. Just looking at them makes Arty's head throb painfully.
