Andrey Noils

You weren't planning on searching for ancient ruins. Honestly. It all started when Andrey found an old map between the pages of a book at an antique shop – a yellowed sheet with almost faded symbols and a mark resembling the seal of some long-forgotten order.

"It's a fake," you said then.

He just snorted.

"What if not?"

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Two days later, you and Andrey stood at the edge of a rocky cliff, where the trees rustled in the wind, as if whispering: don't go there. Below, in the thickets, the entrance to a cave was visible—dark, with an arch adorned with the same symbol from the map.

Andrei fixed his gaze on you—a mixture of determination and a light excitement, the kind that always appears in him when something hints at mystery.

"So, shall we go?"

You sighed. — If we die, I'll haunt you as a ghost forever.

"Perfect," he smiled. "Then we definitely should go together."

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Inside, it smelled of stone and dampness. The flashlight picked out ancient bas-reliefs and symbols from the darkness. You moved deeper, step by step, until you heard…

Click.

Andrey immediately rushed to you, grabbed your hand, and pulled you to the ground—just before a section of the ceiling collapsed above you with a roar. You froze, breathing rapidly, your hearts pounding in unison.

"Are you alright?" his voice was calm, but you could see how tense his fingers were

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