With each step, the staircase echoed a resounding clack that reverberated throughout the rough-hewn limestone walls, which scraped against my palms as I felt my way down.
The occasional drip of dew from the ceiling above accompanied my hushed breaths as I traveled. However, I stopped when I noticed my right hand running slick with moisture.
Pulling my palm to view; a distinct dark crimson sheen covered it. The familiar smell of copper emanated from it, filling my nostrils with every breath.
'Blood...' I stopped to consider my options and check my surroundings.
With each flicker of lamp light, I noticed numerous more bloodstains lining the floors and walls. A path of crimson lined the stairs, traveling deeper and deeper into the dungeon.
'Shit, is Joseph dead?! Did that idiot get himself killed?!' I grit my teeth in frustration.
My thoughts were soon disturbed by repeated thuds and grunting.
