Murat stared at the opening. The steps were narrow. Rough. Carved directly into the stone. They dropped steeply out of sight, disappearing into darkness. The voices came again. Clearer now. Not just one. Several. Echoing from somewhere below. Murat tightened his grip on the flashlight. He should’ve stopped. Closed it up. Walked away.
But the sound pulled at him. Slowly, he crouched and leaned in further, widening the gap just enough to slip through. Cold air rushed past him as he lowered himself inside. The space tightened around him. Stone on both sides. Barely enough room to move. He placed his foot on the first step. Then the next. The garage behind him already felt distant. Too distant.
Murat glanced back once. The opening above looked smaller now. Farther away. He turned back toward the darkness. The voices shifted again. Closer. Waiting. Murat swallowed. Then continued down.
Because now… he needed to know what was down there.