Story 512: The Crimson Corridor

The night hung heavy over the abandoned district, the moonlight struggling to pierce the ominous storm clouds gathering overhead. A faint crimson glow emanated from the alley ahead, bathing the narrow corridor in an unnatural light. Graffiti scrawled across the decaying walls whispered warnings: “Turn back,” “Death lives here,” and “The Screaming Path.”

Captain Marcus Kane motioned for the team to halt. His keen eyes scanned the eerie surroundings, every sound amplified by the oppressive silence. "Stay sharp," he ordered. "This place is screaming 'trap' louder than a siren."

Lila "Huntress" Navarro knelt by a decayed wooden crate near the entrance. Her tracking gear hummed faintly as she swept the area. "Blood trails lead inside," she whispered, pointing to smeared handprints on the cobblestones. "Fresh. Someone—or something—was dragged here recently."