The room around me was tiny, built entirely from rough gray stone. Moisture clung to the walls, and the floor was damp enough to make every step feel slippery. The air smelled old, like mold, dust, and something rotten that had been sitting there for years.
It was almost impossible to see.
The darkness swallowed everything beyond a few feet in front of me. My eyes struggled to adjust, but no matter how hard I looked, the shadows remained thick enough to hide whatever might be lurking inside them.
A faint orange glow caught my attention.
There was a wooden door across the room, reinforced with rusted iron bands. Mounted beside it was a single torch, its flame flickering weakly as if it could die at any moment. The light danced across the stone walls, making strange shadows stretch and twist like they were alive.
My breathing grew faster.
"Where the fuck am I?"
