Round 11

Silra descends the stairs first, lantern held low, her movements economical and deliberate. The construction is older than the church above—probably predates the village itself. She pauses on the fourth step down, examining symbols carved into the stone. These are... not human hands. The geometry is wrong for our anatomy.

Her free hand traces a spiral pattern while she speaks, not touching but following the carved lines millimeter by millimeter. Whatever built this knew about binding rituals and containment—this isn't just a basement. She glances up at Jeane and Sister Hale. We're standing on top of something that predates our entire existence as a species. The thing upstairs? It's probably just... maintenance.

The wet-dragging sounds from inside the walls are getting closer—something is definitely moving through the wall cavities now. She can hear multiple entities shuffling and scraping against wood and stone just inches away on either side. You hear that? Something's already breached the structural integrity from below. Her voice stays calm but purposeful. We need to move down or out—this building is actively hunting us.