A weird ass walk-way.

Medieval? Possibly..

It was dark, with one lantern hanging from the wall guiding you along every now and then. It brung an orange tone to the dirty, rock, ugly walls.

Doors that led to nowhere— a passage way that goes down, covered in cold-toned light that looked creepy. Newspapers on the floor and missing posters on the walls.

You and Ben totally weren’t lost at all. Unlikely, but totalllyyyy..

“Lily Kennent, aged 8..” he muttered, reading the missing people posters.