Synopsis

The air within the well was thick with a shared dread. Daniel masked the throbbing in his ankle, clinging to the hope that someone might hear their cries. He and Imogen called out, their voices raw, and hammered at the broken ladder with salvaged metal, desperate for a response. But as a council worker secured a grate over the opening, their fears tightened like a vise. They were trapped, and the silence that followed felt heavier than before.