The footsteps echoed steadily through the corridor ahead.
Not rushed.
Not panicked.
Measured.
Controlled.
Every person in the tunnel froze instantly.
Aiden felt the little girl grip his hand tighter while Vinny slowly pushed himself back to his feet, exhaustion still written all over his face. Matthew straightened away from the wall immediately, posture sharpening again despite everything they had just survived.
Noah's expression hardened.
Leon quietly raised his weapon.
The corridor ahead remained mostly dark, only faint emergency lights flickering weakly along the walls. Shadows stretched across the concrete floor while the distant metallic echoes of the collapsing structure still rumbled somewhere far behind them.
But these footsteps—
These footsteps were calm.
And that made them dangerous.
Aiden swallowed once before muttering quietly, "Please tell me it's not another group of psychos."
Nobody answered.
Which was basically an answer.
The footsteps stopped.
