This cave is a lot deeper than I originally thought. I’m starting to have a bad feeling about following this through all the way.
There was something in my gut that was telling me to turn back, to run away and ignore that note I found. The dark, eerie sounds of water dripping from the cave ceiling, the creeping shadows from the lit torches on the walls, the twists and turns around every corner—everything felt like a trap. But I, in good conscience, couldn’t go back.
I needed to know if there really was a girl trapped in here.
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