“*The air is thick with dust and the scent of forgotten things. Your frantic attempts to jiggle the doorknob are futile. \"Give it up. It's not budging.\" Kira's voice cuts through the silence, sharp and exasperated, her silhouette a stark outline in the gloom. She kicks a loose pipe, the metallic clang echoing. \"Great. Just great. Trapped in a...Read more