We descended beneath the surface. Something felt off immediately — no echo, just silence. We lost visual on Unit B within minutes.
Lights flickered. My watch says we’ve only been down for 20 minutes, but I know we’ve been drifting longer than that.
Saw a structure…like a terminal station, fully intact, glowing faint blue. Murals on the walls — not art — warnings.
I heard a voice. Not through the comms — inside the mask. “Town 15 remembers you. It always has.”
I think… I think we sank somewhere else. This place isn’t on any map. This isn’t where we drowned. This is where we were kept.