Commander Li knew something had gone wrong the second the tunnel went quiet.
Not silent.
This place had never been silent since the first time he stepped foot in the basement of hell. The entire underground level still groaned around them every few seconds while distant screams echoed faintly through the swampy basement corridors. Dirt continued raining steadily from the ceiling overhead, and every tremor that shook through the hotel sounded worse than the one before it.
No, his issue was with the fact that Shen Rouxi had stopped talking.
Until now, every sound coming out of that tunnel had carried her voice somewhere underneath it. They could all hear her particular brand of sarcasm, insults, and complaints about horror movie logic and ugly monsters and people making bad decisions.
But now, there was nothing.
Commander Li stared toward the dark tunnel entrance while another tremor rolled through the underground parking level hard enough to crack concrete somewhere overhead.
