Deep beneath the sleeping university where sunlight had never touched stone in decades, the underground tunnel system stretched endlessly through darkness like the veins of some ancient buried creature still breathing beneath the city.
Cold water dripped steadily from cracked ceilings into narrow streams running across uneven concrete floors while rusted pipes groaned softly through the shadows and the scent of mildew mixed horribly with blood hidden somewhere far below.
The tunnels were old.
Older than the university itself.
Older than most people remembered.
And tonight—
They were crowded with monsters.
Low growls echoed faintly through the darkness while figures moved silently between broken support pillars and abandoned maintenance corridors lit only by flickering red emergency lamps hanging crooked against damp walls.
Ghouls.
Dozens of them.
