Confrontation in the Dark
Their flashlight beam sliced through the cavern, catching jagged walls and eerie scratches etched into the stone. The silence was suffocating until suddenly—a figure emerged from the shadows. Jason’s pulse spiked as he shouted, “Stay back!” Emily raised her knife, knuckles white. But the man raised his hands slowly, palms open in surrender. “Please,” he said quietly, “I mean no harm. You came for answers. Now, I’ll give them.”
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