BENEATH DR. MINWALLA'S FORBIDDEN LAIR: A PLUNGE INTO SHADOW

The ancient doors groaned open, revealing a winding staircase that vanished downward. A {chill{ breeze, smelling of dust, swept across my face as I stepped inside the threshold. The air was cloying, filled with the echoes of forgotten things. A sense of trepidation washed over me, a conviction that I was stepping into something both terrifying. {