Chapter 11: The Basement
You venture deeper into the basement, your footsteps reverberating through the oppressive silence. The flickering torchlight casts distorted, dancing shadows on the cold, stone walls. Along the hallway, you pass a series of old, rusted doors, each one sealed shut, their locks corroded with time.
At the very end, you spot a door slightly ajar. Pushing it open, you step into a room filled with dusty filing cabinets, their surfaces thick with grime. The air is heavy with the scent of decay and aged paper. Driven by desperation, you begin rifling through the files, hoping to uncover something—anything—that might aid your escape.
Do you: