The emergency lighting cast long shadows as Elena helped clean up the wreckage of their encounter with the corrupted twins. The remains of the deceased were reverently wrapped, while the injured received treatment at makeshift medical stations. The air still crackled with residual black power, leaving everyone in the area.
Elena's hands trembled as she tied bandages over a survivor's arm, recalling the terror of confronting her corrupted self. The tunnels felt smaller and more restricting, as if the partitions themselves could unleash new nightmares at any moment.
"motion on the north front!" A shield's shriek pierced the disturbed ecology. Guns popped up, hands hovering on triggers.
However, instead of more monster, a little figure emerged. A young lady, no more than twelve years old, with ripped and soiled clothes. She wobbled on wobbly legs, her eyes wide and unfocused. Blood smeared her golden hair, although it did not appear to be her own.
