Emily had been running blindly through the labyrinthine tunnels, her mind racing with the horror she had just witnessed. The symbols on the altar, the entities lurking in the darkness—it was all too much to comprehend. She knew now that there was no escaping this place. The cave wasn't just a tomb—it was a feeding ground, and they were the prey.
She skidded to a stop in a narrow tunnel, her flashlight flickering weakly. Her body was trembling, her thoughts disjointed. She was trapped, lost, with no way out.
But then she heard it—the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching. Emily froze, her heart pounding in her chest. For a brief moment, hope flared in her chest. Maybe it was Marcus and Sarah. Maybe they had found a way out.
But as the footsteps drew closer, she realized something was wrong. The sound was uneven, erratic, as if whoever—or whatever—was approaching was struggling to move.
Emily's blood turned to ice as a figure emerged from the darkness. It wasn't Marcus or Sarah. It was something else—something that had once been human but was now twisted beyond recognition. Its body was hunched, its limbs too long and crooked, its face a grotesque mask of pain and hunger.
The creature's eyes locked onto Emily, and it let out a low, guttural hiss.