Here, the walls are adorned with cobwebs, and the air reeks of stale desperation.
Where even the fluorescent lights seem to mock you, a beacon of hope in a sea of despair.
Proceed with CautionA place where the echoes of screams are the only sounds you hear, and the only comfort is the cold, unforgiving floor.
The Never-Ending Descent: Part IIWarning: The further you go, the more you'll want to go back. Or maybe not.