Story 461: The Catacombs

The team descended into the eerie catacombs, the air thick with the scent of decay and the whisper of ancient secrets. Rows upon rows of skulls and bones were meticulously arranged along the walls, forming an unsettling pattern of death. In the center of the room stood a massive stone cross, glowing faintly in the dim torchlight.

Commander Rook’s voice broke the heavy silence. “Stay sharp. This isn’t just a burial site—it’s a message. Someone wanted us to see this.”

Ghost, crouching near the base of the cross, inspected the ground. “Tracks,” he murmured. “Fresh ones. Someone was here recently.” His fingers brushed against a faint smear of blood leading deeper into the tunnels.

Shadow scanned the area through her sniper scope, though the close quarters rendered its range ineffective. “No signs of life. But this place… it’s designed to unnerve us.”