The tunnel swallowed us whole.
Cold hit first. Not normal cold. Not winter cold. Something deeper. It felt like a hand sliding under my ribs and squeezing. My breath fogged in the air so fast it crystalised. The moisture froze on my eyelashes. Even Beau sucked in a sharp breath behind me, which was not encouraging because Beau barely reacted to getting stabbed.
The light from Sophie’s portable runs flickered the moment we stepped in. Flickered again. Then steadied in a sickly pale tone that did not belong to the device. The walls were smooth metal, but something pulsed faintly beneath the surface as if veins carried light inside them.
I rubbed my chest. Pressure built there. A steady pull like invisible fingers hooked into my lungs.
“Anyone else feel like someone is trying to drag thei
