Adrian leapt over the now-groaning heap of goblin agony and scanned the hallway ahead, his thoughts racing faster than his feet.
'Now where could they be? They have to be in the most secret, most dramatic, most "boss room" place possible. Which means—'
He spotted a heavy-looking door at the far end of the corridor.
'Down below. Always down below. Because of course evil lairs can't ever just be on the ground floor like normal people's houses.
Nooo, we gotta have stairs. We gotta have secret dungeons. We gotta have ominous candle lighting, and probably chains on the walls. Classic.'
With a dramatic huff, Adrian dashed toward the door, kicked it open with way more flair than necessary, because if you're going to run headfirst into possible death, you might as well look cool doing it, and immediately began descending the staircase beyond, his boots clanging against stone.
'Alright, ladies,' he thought, his heart thudding with a mix of excitement and dread.
