The tower on the fourth floor sprawled with numerous descending stairs. A haunting sound echoed from below as Allen and his companions rested on the surface. A disconsolate moaning reverberated through the staircase, accompanied by heart-wrenching cries for help. Disturbed by the unsettling noise, the group hastily extinguished their campfire and readied their weapons.
"HELP ME! HELP!" his cries finally reached the surface, where Allen and the others were resting.
"What's happening down there?" inquired Fidelma, her curiosity tinged with concern.
"SST, be quiet," cautioned Allen, his gaze fixed on the staircase.
The desperate pleas grew louder, resonating with an urgency that demanded attention. As the voice ascended, the group's apprehension heightened.
"!!!"
When the source finally emerged at the top, a collective gasp escaped them.
