Dim red lights flicker every few seconds.
Rumo:
“It’s abandoned… but not completely.”
Ena watches symbols etched into the walls.
Levan halts at a panel engraved with:
“No further access – Section closed since Year 192.”
Ena (softly):
“That’s not the kingdom’s calendar… it’s something older.”
A side hall filled with broken cabinets.
Torn papers… ancient machines.
Ena reads from a dusty file:
“Experiment 9 – Core Frequency of the ‘Tendency’ – Results unstable.”
Rumo (shocked):
“They were experimenting… on the ‘Tendency’?!”
On the wall, handwritten:
“Everyone who passed this door… changed.”
The lights go out.
Rumo raises his flashlight.
A distant thud… then silence.
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Ena:
“The place is breathing… or remembering.”
They enter a room full of old screens.
One of them suddenly lights up—showing footage of the team entering the forest.
Rumo:
“We were… being watched.”
Levan presses a button:
“Team 117 recognized – activation in progress.”
A door opens toward a descending corridor.
The smell is metallic… the air, heavy.
On the wall:
“Don’t breathe too much.”
“Some sounds aren’t from the outside.”
Ena (worried):
“Are we really alone here?”
Three metal beds… and a headless doll.
Rumo:
“People slept here?”
Ena:
“More like… isolated.”
Levan touches a bed… a flash surges through his mind:
Someone screaming in the dark.
He steps back silently.
A rusted door reads:
“Experiment Room 9 – Access Restricted.”
Levan touches it…
A robotic voice responds:
“Analysis not available.”
Then the door slowly opens… automatically.
Rumo:
“No one’s opening it from the outside?”
Inside: shattered glass cabinets.
In the corner… a metallic box with an ancient seal.
Ena tries to open it… it won’t budge.
Rumo sees a shadow move… and vanish.
Levan:
“We’re not alone.”
A small side door creaks open.
The floor collapses—Rumo falls!
Ena screams. Levan jumps after him.
He finds Rumo unharmed… but behind him, the walls are strange—not metallic.
Engraved symbols… ancient footsteps.
Levan whispers:
“We’re now… in a place that exists on no map.”
The three regroup.
The air is suffocating.
Levan looks at the walls:
“This place… wasn’t abandoned. It was sealed on purpose.”
A distant tremor…
Ena whispers:
“What have we started?”
End of Chapter 11.