It was another iron door. To avoid touching anything again, Vikram only gave Sunil a look, signaling him to open it.
This time, Sunil was more cautious. Before pushing it open, he raised a finger to his lips, signaling everyone to stay quiet.
The others immediately understood and nodded.
Slowly, he pushed the door.
"Screech—"
A harsh, grating sound echoed as the rusted iron door moved.
This door was even more worn than the previous one. The frame and edges were smeared with layers of dried and fresh blood. Under the dim light, the dark red stains looked almost black, sending a chill through everyone present.
As the door gradually opened, the scene behind it was revealed. Sunil and his group were already familiar with it.
But for Vikram, it felt like stepping into a completely different world.
