We stepped into the lane, leaving the main hall's thumping music behind, and a creepy red neon glow washed over us from lights stuck along the walls. The air felt heavier here, quieter, the wild energy of the club fading into a weird, eerie hush. The narrow tunnel stretched ahead, the red light painting everything in a bloody haze, shadows flickering as we walked.
"Damn…" Lyra muttered, glancing at the walls, her fingers brushing the rough stone as she stayed close to me. "So the club wasn't enough, huh? They've got creepy hallways too?"
"I know, right," I said, my hands in my pockets, my eyes squinting into the red glow. "Feels like we're walking into something else entirely."
The lane opened up ahead, and we spotted a big room at the end, its entrance framed by more neon strips. Before we got there, three guys stumbled out, wearing the same silver half-masks we'd seen before.
