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You are John James Green, mutant vagrant.

As deep down as high up. As low as tall. As dark as bright.

That’s what Creeper said about this city, once. He said that people had buried things down here, beneath the decades of concrete and filth and footfalls, and those things had stayed in the dark, hidden, forgotten. And they’ll probably stay there forever, or until the whole city bites it, and one day some future archeologist comes digging, brushes and chisels at the ready to expose the city in death as it never could be in life.

You wouldn’t exactly call Creeper a chipper individual. Not if you knew him. But sometimes, you can feel that things he told you were true. Sometimes you think back and you hold onto his words. This is one of those times.

“It was a little ways past here… there’s another tunnel that just kinda leads on into nowhere.” Alani’s voice is barely above a mumble. She moves just ahead of the group with one arm clasped close to her chest, almost protectively, occasionally nudging the light of her torch minutely to one side. “Nowhere people have been using, anyway. It’s weird.”

You walk. The old tunnel stretches on.