Dark humid and cold?
Cold?
As in-
This place- so close to the lava?
Still cold?
It didn't sit right with Theo and yet-
He-
He just didn't voice anything.
Rather-
He walked forward.
Through the empty halls- the dark halls.
Steps reverberating.
"Who's there?" He spoke- calmly.
No answer came.
Theo didn't expect any either.
But-
He eventually-
Got used to the darkness.
Walls- scribbles- broken bones- torn fingers- strands of hair- and lots of debris.
And just in the middle of all that-
There was a man-
Or rather, a fish.
The head of a pufferfish- the body of a scaled man- and the feet of a mermaid… he had no feet.
"Second host-" Theo mumbled, maintaining eye contact.
There wasn't anything in here-
No food- no smell-
But the Fishman did look perfectly healthy- appearance-wise.
He didn't look very happy though.
