Dean Bruce rubbed his hands together excitedly. "Let's hurry up and look for clues! But we'd better stay on our toes. Who knows what kind of traps might be waiting for us."
Just as they were about to step further inside, a series of sharp "clack-clack" sounds echoed from all directions. It was the unmistakable noise of mechanisms being activated. The three of them immediately tensed up, their eyes darting around warily, unsure of what new dangers might emerge.
In this tense atmosphere, the surrounding bookshelves began to move slowly, while strange patterns appeared on the floor. The patterns seemed to be pointing the way forward, yet they also gave the ominous impression of a giant trap waiting to spring.
"Watch your step and keep an eye on the shelves. Something's not right," Dean Bruce muttered under his breath, his gaze fixed on the shifting bookshelves.
