'Uff… how many stairs are left… this is fucking insane.'
Each step downward seemed steeper than the last, as if gravity itself had decided to lean in harder the deeper they went. His legs burned in that dull, spreading way that told him this wasn't just exertion, it was overexertion.
When they had first passed through the door, things hadn't looked so bad. A narrow hallway stretched ahead, clean and almost sterile, with four identical doors lining the sides.
It had felt like any other underground facility at that point, controlled, intentional, maybe even organized. But that illusion had shattered the moment the hallway ended and the staircase began.
It wasn't just long, but basically endless.
There were no breaks, either.
'I can not believe this woman, of any other person, for that matter, it going through these stairs every day! Like oh my god!'
