~ MIA ANTHONY ~
The helicopter halted in front of a large, isolated building. It was the only building around the area, situated in the middle of the clearing. From a distance, it looked like a massacre had occurred here, giving it this thick, fearful ambiance.
This was the dungeon?
The sun was retreating to its axis, giving way for the moon.
I moved gently against the broken concrete floors, my heels sank into the cracked areas.
“Careful,” Luca whispered as his palm tightened a bit around my wrist.
Inside, the long, dark hallway was swallowed in silence with only the sound of crickets, filled with a thick, rusty smell of blood and dust.
Ryan and Damien walked behind us with Luca leading the way.
I held my stomach lightly, trying not to retch from the smell. Luca was right, maybe I shouldn't have come here looking like I was going for a show audition.
Luca glanced at me, not saying anything before looking forward.
We finally stopped in front of a brown door, a large red sign boldly
