Story 455: The Silent Flow

The air was damp and cold as the team stepped into the vast underground tunnel. The walls, crafted from ancient stonework, curved into a perfect arch overhead. A slow-moving stream of dark water flowed through the center of the passage, its surface reflecting the faint, eerie glow of the team's flashlights.

“This must be the escape route for whatever this facility was,” Ghost whispered, his voice barely audible above the sound of trickling water.

“More like a trap,” Viper muttered, her knife spinning idly in her hand. “It’s too quiet.”

Rook raised his fist, signaling silence. The team froze, listening intently. The faintest echo of movement reached their ears—a ripple in the water, a faint scrape on the stone.

“We’re not alone,” Shadow confirmed, her rifle raised and ready.