Rowan POV

Bret and Pussycat moved deeper into the underground, their flashlights cutting through the thick darkness like blades. As I stood back, keeping watch over our escape route, the faint echoes of their footsteps reverberated through the cramped tunnel.

“Anything yet?” I asked through the comms, my voice bouncing off the cold, stone walls.

"Yeah, we found something," Pussycat’s voice crackled in reply, the slight tremor in her tone unsettling me.

Suddenly, there was a loud *click*, followed by the sound of metal scraping against stone. Then, the ground beneath my feet vibrated.

“Bret! What the hell is happening?” I called out, sprinting toward their location.

"We—we triggered something!...