Nate's eyes locked onto the faint light above, his thoughts racing. He reached out to the walls, running his hands over the smooth, damp surface. His fingers slipped instantly, offering no grip. The stone was slick and polished, almost like glass. Frustration built in his chest as he pressed his palm against it, testing the surface one last time.
"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, stepping back.
His eyes drifted upward again, following the light. Even if the walls weren't slippery, the height was staggering. The thought of climbing it sent chills down his spine. If he slipped, the fall would kill him without question.
He exhaled deeply, forcing himself to push the thought aside. "Climbing isn't an option," he muttered, shaking his head.
