Canto couldn't see an inch in front of him. All he could tell about his surroundings was from the rough stone walls on each side, barely wide enough for a man to walk through. He didn't hear the growl now; all sounds were deadened in here, except for his own footsteps. The silence was broken by a shout from somewhere in front of him. It had to be Aron. How had he gotten in front of him? He ran as fast as the narrow corridor would let him. He soon reached the end of the hallway, running into a dead end. This couldn't be the end, though. He was sure he'd heard voices coming from the other end... He knocked on the wall in front of him. It was wood, and sounded hollow. He leaned his shoulder against it and shoved. After the lightless corridor, even this dim light hurt his eyes. He saw that he'd come out into a library, though most of the books looked a bit moldy. He looked behind him to see a hidden door in the shelf swinging closed. How many hidden hallways like that were there in this place? He heard a man's voice from the other side of the library door. "Aron! Is that you?"
We're all in the gutter, but some of us look at the stars. ~Oscar Wilde.