And they made one turn, and another, and one more after that one, and still, it seemed that those hellish tunnels never ended.

Max had already gave up from trying to get something as stupid as a “sense of direction”. Even if he KNEW where the hell they were going, all those tunnels looked, felt and SMELT the exact same. Would they ever find a way out? He was already regretting this stupid idea.

From every (assumed to exist) corner, he could hear all kind of noises, most of them he wouldn’t want to hear even with all the lights in the world turned on. Cracks, hisses and… squeaks? He hoped the latter was just his imagination, though. Who would’ve imagined something as common in a sewer as mice would be so terrifying now.

And just like that, his thoughts got the best of him and he started thinking about the Ratman.

O Homem Rato… What a dumb name for something so creepy.

With the faint glow of Meryl’s glasses, Max could get a vision of the walls surrounding them. And something catched his attention:

“Huhhhh, guys, I think you should see this…”

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