His memory of the route he had taken was a hazy blur, lost amidst the panic clouding his mind. In desperation, he turned right, towards a tunnel that seemed as good a choice as any. The situation reminded him of the mazes he used to love as a child. However, this was no child’s game; there was no eraser to correct a wrong turn, and real life stakes hung heavily in the balance. The choice he had made now had potential consequences. He hoped he had chosen correctly, that this path would lead him out of this intimidating maze.

With his heart pounding against his ribs, he plunged into the chosen tunnel, his flashlight casting an eerie glow on the walls. His footsteps echoed eerily in the silence, the only sound in the vast underground city. His mind was a hurricane of thoughts, spinning with fear and anxiety. Every shadow seemed to jump out at him, every sound amplified by the silence and his pounding heartbeat.

The tunnel wound on, its path seeming to stretch into infinity. He felt like he was walking in circles, each turn looking identical to the last. Time was slipping through his fingers, turning minutes into hours in his disoriented state. He tried to keep track of the turns and corners, but everything blurred together into a labyrinthine nightmare.