A shaky puff of cold blew from my lips as we stepped down into the dungeon. Black and green fuzz traced the cracks in the wall up to the crumbling ceiling. With each step down, visions of the whole building crashing down on top of our heads threatened to burst my heart out of my chest. I pushed those lovely thoughts away by focusing on how deep I could bury my fingernails into the ax handle.

At the bottom of the stairs, Tram entered through a door on the left. "In here." ...