Day 18 (A day after Max found Tom)
(Alex's POV)
It has been five long days—five whole fu*king days—since we first stepped foot onto the fifth floor of this nightmare dungeon.
And I swear, every single one of those days felt like a month.
From the moment we arrived, everything felt different. The air here is heavier, almost suffocating, like invisible chains pressing down on your chest. It smells faintly of metal, like blood drying on old steel, mixed with something wilder—animalistic. The sky isn't even a proper sky; it's a shifting haze of purple and black, glowing faintly with streaks of light that twist unnaturally like veins.
This isn't just a dungeon floor. It's a predator's den. And we're the prey.
The first four floors? They were just warm-ups—trials meant to test endurance, strength, and coordination. But this? This is survival at its cruelest.
