As you reach the T-intersection, the left tunnel leads to a small, abandoned room with two ancient and rusted pipes protruding from the wall. Strange symbols and runes are carved into the pipes, suggesting magical properties. The room is covered in dust and cobwebs, and the air is thick with a musty scent.
The right tunnel, however, leads deeper into the damp sewers. The putrid smell is overwhelming, and it’s clear that this is not a place meant for the living. The walls and floor are slick with moisture, and the sound of dripping water echoes through the tunnel. You have to watch your step to avoid slipping on the uneven stones. Scratch marks on the walls hint at something clawing at them. The oppressive darkness ahead feels like you’re being watched.
Suddenly, as you turn to leave, your torchlight flickers across a pile of rags in the corner of the small room. Upon closer inspection, you realize it’s a makeshift bed, and some empty food cans are scattered on the ground. A rusted weapon is leaning against the wall, and it seems someone has been living here.
