Glug, glug.
In the cave, the sound akin to drinking water echoed.
The narrow conduit continuously squirmed, expanded, and contracted. The stout man standing on the rocks trembled feverishly, his eyes rolled upward, filled with bloodshot veins.
"Singh? What's wrong, Singh?"
The frail man above the cliff lay on the grass, his flashlight flickering, only able to see the stout man's raised shoulders and back, "Have you found her?"
The terrifying silence lasted over ten seconds. Just as the frail man above, whose heart was pounding, softly and stealthily drew his pistol, preparing to jump down,
A long, relieved sigh came from below.
"Ha..."
The stout man's eyes returned to normal, his high shoulders slumped down, retreating a few steps, he smiled up at his companion, "I'm fine."
"... What happened to you just now?" The frail man remained still, licking his dry lips, "Didn't you say you found her?"
"I was mistaken."
