The man inside the box stopped talking after that.
Yuche stayed near the vent for another few minutes, asking short questions about the tunnels, the rooms, and anything he remembered seeing before Gu Han's men covered his head.
The answers didn't give us much.
Concrete stairs.
Metal doors.
Old lights that still worked in some sections.
A wide tunnel where vehicles could pass if someone cleared the junk from it.
The rooms had already contained chains bolted into the walls when Gu Han found them.
That sounded less like someone's basement and more like a place built by people who expected to keep prisoners.
Maybe the city had used it before the apocalypse.
Maybe someone worse had.
Either way, Gu Han had walked into a ready-made collection of locked rooms and immediately started filling them.
Of course he had.
