It snapped.
He grabbed the second.
It snapped too.
He climbed anyway.
Halfway up—
The entire ladder detached from the wall.
Andre fell.
The ladder fell.
Everything fell.
A loud splash echoed through the tunnel.
Andre slowly stood up.
Again.
Covered in sewer water.
Again.
"...Definitely her fault."
With no other options, he started walking.
The tunnels twisted endlessly.
Left.
Right.
More left.
Somehow another right.
At one point he became convinced the sewer itself was moving.
Then his stomach growled.
Andre stopped.
He sniffed the air.
Food.
His eyes widened.
Food.
Actual food.
Following the scent, he eventually discovered a hidden room.
Crates.
Supplies.
Weapons.
Food.
Lots of food.
Andre looked around.
Nobody.
He immediately grabbed a loaf of bread.
Then another.
Then a piece of dried meat.
Then another.
Then another.
A voice suddenly spoke behind him.
"What are you doing?"
Andre froze.
Slowly turned around.
Several hooded figures stood at the doorway.
Nobody spoke.
The cultists looked at Andre.
Andre looked at the food.