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

The heavy doors groaned open, revealing a spiral staircase that descended downward. A {chill{ breeze, smelling of decay, swept across my face as I hesitated inside the threshold. The air was oppressive, filled with the whispers of long-dead things. A sense of trepidation washed over me, a feeling that I was stepping into something both unknown. {