Ink growled low, sensing something hidden. Son held his daughter tightly, heart pounding.
An officer opened a secret panel, revealing a narrow, dark tunnel. A cold, damp smell rose from below. Han clutched Son’s arm, fear in her eyes.
Ink stayed close to the baby, protective, as the officers explored the twisting passage. Minutes felt endless until a tense radio message crackled: “We’ve reached the end. There’s a room… Oh God…”
When they returned, the officers were pale. The tunnel was an old smuggling route—but inside were strange symbols, signs of forgotten rituals.
Son and Han realized their home held secrets darker than they’d imagined. And Ink reminded them the danger was still very real.
