Harvey had walked through enough tunnels to believe they all looked the same. Cold concrete, dripping walls, rusted cables, and silence thick enough to drown every memory. But this journey felt different.
The route ahead had changed at the last moment. The surface near Green Park had become overrun, forcing him towards Hyde Park Corner and into territory few people still dared to cross. Armed only with experience and instinct, he stepped forward while those behind him remained with a single hope, that someone would return.
Beyond the ruined streets of London, he reached Buckingham Palace, no longer a symbol of power but an empty monument swallowed by decay. Inside, shattered halls and abandoned corridors concealed a hidden descent beneath the building itself. What waited below was not another Underground station, but something older, stranger, and far more unsettling.
The walls seemed alive, coated with an unnatural substance that glistened in the beam of his torch. The air twisted his senses, blurred reality, and forced him to question every step. Time slipped away without explanation, while shadows lingered at the edge of sight, refusing to disappear.
Sometimes the greatest enemy is not the creature waiting in the dark, but the darkness that begins to reshape your own mind.
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