The Perfect Alibi

Previously

…I turned and sprinted back towards the narrow passage we’d entered through, Dr. Reed close on my heels. The humming continued, a disembodied force, keeping Blackwood and his men at bay. It was the Watcher, intervening once more, a silent, unseen guardian. We scrambled back into the cramped tunnel, the sounds of Blackwood’s fury echoing behind us. The passage felt even tighter now, the darkness more absolute. But in my hand, the locket felt warm, a small beacon of hope. We had the key. We had escaped. But the chilling realization remained: we were still hunted, and the Watcher’s motives were still as mysterious as ever. The adventure was far from over.