C21 Blood Finds Blood

Riven moves first, positioning himself at the front of our huddled group, every line of his body coiled for violence.

"Whoever's down there," he calls into the dark, voice echoing off stone I can't see, every word sharpened into warning, "come no closer."

The footsteps don't stop. If anything, they quicken, unhurried but unmistakably deliberate, drawing closer with every second that passes