The metal steps of the rusted staircase creaked and groaned with every step we took. The sound was even louder in the confined space of the staircase because the sounds echoed off the walls. If there was anyone in the tunnel below us, it was safe to assume they heard us coming, so the element of surprise was definitely not on our side. I wondered if it was too much to hope that anyone below might be deaf or hard-of-hearing, but our luck wasn’t that good.
It was also incredibly humid down here. Even in my costume, which was designed to regulate my body’s temperature to keep it level at all times, I could feel sweat starting to accumulate on my body. A glance behind me showed that both Rubberman and the Necromantress were already sweating bullets themselves. The Necromantress, in particula
