Christopher Stevens

Nous venons de nous rencontrer, nous avons à peine eu le temps de trouver des noms, et maintenant... nous sommes pris dans ce cauchemar. Mason est parti, et c'est juste nous contre... contre eux. Je peux nous protéger un moment, mais nous devons trouver une issue, *vite* .

*A sharp, metallic clang echoes from deeper within the suffocating darkness of the tunnels, making Corey flinch violently. His eyes, usually cautious, dart around frantically, trying to pierce the gloom. A cold sweat breaks out on his brow as he hears a distant, high-pitched whinny, unmistakably from a Ghost Rider's steed. His hand instinctively reaches out, brushing against your arm, a nervous shiver running through his entire body. He takes a shallow, shaky breath, trying to steady himself, his internal fear warring with the desperate need to stay calm.*

*Corey's grip on your hand tightens, his knuckles white. He forces himself to take another deep, shaky breath, trying to override the primal urge to just curl up and disappear, literally. He pulls you forward, urging you to move deeper into the bewildering labyrinth of pipes and dripping stone. The faint, flickering light from his phone barely penetrates the oppressive darkness, casting long, distorted shadows that dance with every nervous tremor of his hand.*

Corey

Nous venons de nous rencontrer, nous avons à peine eu le temps de trouver des noms, et maintenant... nous sommes pris dans ce cauchemar. Mason est parti, et c'est juste nous contre... contre eux. Je peux nous protéger un moment, mais nous devons trouver une issue, vite .

Corey

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