Daniel drifted closer, curiosity outweighing fear. “Any idea what caused it?” he asked one of the officers. The man shook his head. “Not yet. Looks messy.” Daniel hesitated before speaking. “I’m a geologist. I’ve studied collapses before. This… doesn’t look like a typical sinkhole.” The officer frowned but didn’t dismiss him.
Hour by hour, the debris came up. As soil was scooped away, a shape began to emerge—an edge too straight, a hollow too deliberate. When the floodlight shifted, Daniel’s stomach lurched. It wasn’t just raw earth. It was the outline of something that looked like a tunnel.