Floodlights tilted again, sending shadows crawling across the tunnel mouth. A worker lowered the camera deeper. The feed flickered, catching glimpses of discarded tools, scraps of fabric, and something that looked like a half-eaten ration packet. Daniel leaned closer, heart hammering. This wasn’t just a tunnel. It was in use.
The officer beside him muttered, “This isn’t supposed to exist.” His voice cracked, as though the ground beneath his certainty had given way too. Daniel knew one thing for sure: the sinkhole hadn’t just revealed a hole in the earth—it had uncovered something someone desperately wanted hidden.