Chapter 284 - A Confession

The cave looked like it had been designed by a depressed traffic light—everything soaked in that lazy red glow that made the wet stone sweat like it was guilty of something. Water dripped from the stalactites overhead, slow and dramatic, as if the cave itself was auditioning for a tragedy play. The air was thick with the copper taste of blood and the old, dusty smell of rock that had spent centuries minding its business until we showed up to ruin the peace.