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

The iron doors groaned open, revealing a dark staircase that vanished downward. A {chill{ breeze, smelling of forgotten secrets, swept across my face as I hesitated inside the threshold. The air was thick, filled with the whispers of long-dead things. A sense of dread washed over me, a feeling that I was entering into something both unknown. {My{