WITHIN DR. MINWALLA'S FORBIDDEN LAIR: A DESCEND INTO GLOOM

The iron doors groaned open, revealing a dark staircase that vanished downward. A {chill{ breeze, smelling of forgotten secrets, swept across my face as I hesitated through the threshold. The air was oppressive, filled with the whispers of long-dead things. A sense of dread washed over me, a feeling that I was falling into something both unknown.