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

The iron doors groaned open, revealing a dark staircase that led into the abyss. A {chill{ breeze, smelling of dust, swept across my face as I stepped upon the threshold. The air was oppressive, filled with the echoes of forgotten things. A sense of dread washed over me, a conviction that I was entering into something both unknown. {My{ footsteps