Third Person's POV
Thuck… Thuck…
The sound of the boot hitting the wet, sticky ground echoed endlessly in the narrow, dark tunnel.
The air was thick, heavy with a pungent smell so vile it clung to his throat. A nauseating stench of rot and chemicals invaded Leo's senses, biting at his nose and fogging his mind. He pulled a kerchief tight across his face, but no matter how firmly he pressed it, the odour still seeped through. His boots splashed on the thin strip of a path carved along the sewage's edge.
After speaking with that shopkeeper, he had directly come here, the one place no sane person would wander at this hour.
Searching here, in this filth and darkness, was the only way he could hope to find her.
He had been walking in the sewage for what felt like hours.
