Chapter 289: Trap

The moment we stepped inside, an eerie stillness washed over us. The air was thick, almost suffocating, like we'd walked into a sealed tomb. It was the kind of silence that made your skin crawl, a quiet too deep to be natural.

I stuck close to Lydia and Isabel, feeling small between the two of them, especially with the tension radiating off of them.

The hallways were vast and empty, stretching out in front of us like a maze. Not a single sound of life, no guards patrolling, no movement nothing.

It felt wrong, unsettlingly wrong. My footsteps echoed louder than they should have, every creak and shuffle seeming to bounce back at us from invisible walls.

"Why does it feel like we're the only ones here?" I muttered, glancing nervously at Lydia.

She stopped and scanned the area with narrowed eyes, her hand hovering near the hilt of a concealed weapon. "I don't like this."