Several disappearances and unexplained events have been registered shorty after the commercialization of an ancient statue linked to some legends from a mysterious place called "Reich der Finsternis" in eastern Germany, there is no know route leadin...
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Secrets in the morgue
The cemetery was still protected by its smooth marble walls as the sky gradually lightened. The air was thick with gloom, and death seemed relentless, eager to claim more victims in this dark realm. The Americans followed Chris, trusting they might uncover more clues about Max, even though they hadn't been given any specifics about the location they were headed to.
The terrain they had crossed was mostly flat, making it all the more puzzling how this place could be perched on hills. As they climbed higher, they glimpsed the treetops of the forest, shrouded in a black haze. The air grew colder, heavier, carrying the smell of damp earth and decaying plants. Eventually, they reached an old building, more modern than those they had seen in the villages—a large concrete block, covered in mold and moisture. It resembled an abandoned hospital, yet the presence of transport carts at the entrance hinted it might still be in use. The early hour only amplified the eerie loneliness that surrounded them.
The windows were hidden behind thick, dust-covered curtains. Though they hoped to find the place deserted, they cautiously planned how to search every inch. Chris motioned for them to follow, holding his machine gun at the ready. With a gentle push, the old wooden door creaked open, its hinges letting out a groan that echoed through the lower level, heightening the tension. Liz and Bernard rushed in, sweeping their guns and flashlights across the room, revealing nothing out of the ordinary.
The building was swallowed in darkness and silence. As their flashlights illuminated the space, they found themselves in what seemed like the lobby of a psychiatric hospital. An unsettling, almost paranormal aura hung in the air. The stench of mold and decay filled their lungs. The place was larger than they had imagined, with dirty walls plastered with aged and peeling flyers. The only way to reach the upper floors was via a spiral staircase, its rusty railings and creaking steps adding to the sense of danger.
A chill ran down Liz's spine as the sound of her footsteps echoed in the vast emptiness. Bernard swallowed hard, trying to stay calm while his heart pounded. Chris, leading the group, kept his gun raised, his senses on high alert for any sign of movement or sound.
"This way to the upper floors," Chris said, nodding toward the staircase.
"What is this place?" Bernard asked nervously.
"I don't know," Chris replied, scanning the room with his gun. "That's why I brought you here. Any clues we find that can move the investigation forward or lead us to Agent Allen need to be reported immediately. Captain Bunde is expecting updates, and we can't let him down."
"Alright," Liz muttered, already moving up the stairs with her gun raised. "Let's just get this over with and get the hell out of here."
She led the way, her companions following closely behind. Each step creaked beneath their weight, breaking the spectral silence as they ascended into the pitch-black unknown. The staircase seemed to twist endlessly, as if they were climbing into an empty, hostile universe, filled only with death. The true depths of human depravity within Reich der Finsternis were still unknown to them.
