The narrow maintenance corridor stretched endlessly ahead, flickering lights casting shadows that danced across the exposed brick walls. The air was damp, tinged with the smell of old mildew and rusted metal. Keller's boots hit the floor in quiet, measured steps as he moved beside Lin. Both of them knew the danger wasn't over—it had just shifted.
"Let's move." Lin's voice was low, but sharp. His eyes scanned every corner as they moved forward, never pausing for too long in any one spot. The silence around them seemed to press in, heavy with the weight of anticipation.
Keller adjusted his grip on his weapon, scanning the darkened spaces ahead. The surface was close, he could feel it in his gut, but there was no telling what kind of trouble awaited them once they reached it. "You know Mara?" Keller asked, his voice barely a whisper, the echo of their footsteps filling the space between words.
Lin's jaw clenched. "I know her. Too well."
