"Anyway, let's go in. Let's kill them quickly and go back. I don't like this damp place."
Alicia stiffened. "So killing is confirmed..."
"If you want to kill someone, you should be prepared to die," I said flatly. "That's the rule of the trade."
Of course, that's just a cool-sounding excuse. I'm not planning to die here. I'm planning to make them die here.
I took the lead down the stairs.
It was a pitch-black staircase without a single light, twisting downward into the earth. The air grew colder and staler with every step.
And the stairs were annoyingly long.
Step. Step. Step.
Five minutes passed. Then ten.
"Seriously?" I muttered, wiping dust off the railing. "How badly did they want to hide that they built the structure this deep? Do they commute to hell?"
I desperately missed escalators. Elevators. Even a slide would be nice.
Finally, the steps leveled out.
