Ethan hit the ground hard.He groaned, rolling onto his side, the air knocked from his lungs. His palms scraped against rough stone, and for a moment, everything was still—too still. No footsteps. No voices. Just the echo of his own ragged breathing in the vast, open space.He sat up slowly, blinking against the haze that clung to the air. The room or wherever he was was dimly lit, the walls pulsing faintly with an eerie, internal glow, like the inside of something breathing. The ground beneath him wasn’t smooth like the hallway above it was cracked, ancient, and etched with markings that pulsed beneath his hands when he touched them.He was alone.“Isla?” he called out, then louder, “Elliot?”No answer. His voice didn’t echo, like the space was swallowing sound as quickly as it could make it.He pushed himself to his feet, wincing. A fresh ache bloomed in his shoulder from the fall. The silence pressed around him like a second skin. He turned in a slow circle, searching for any sign
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