The night demands blood. The cave's darkness felt alive, every breath heavy with a suffocating weight, as if the very air was plotting to keep us trapped in its sinister grip. Adrenaline surged through my veins, though part of me wanted to vomit everything I was holding inside—and that's saying something, given the company we kept. Each step deeper into the depths echoed with uncertainty, and I couldn't shake the feeling that the shadows weren't just a backdrop; they were watching, waiting.
I glanced at Declan—indeed, not a comforting sight. His back was tight, shoulders clenched like stone. Had he purposely led us into this chaos? It felt more than just a confused guide—my instincts were blaring like a siren. There was something deeper going on, some twisted motive hidden beneath his fru
