The young man was young, after all.
With this matter weighing on his mind, he was somewhat unwilling to believe it had been a hallucination.
The next night, he was still on watch with two other colleagues.
It was around three in the morning.
When he went outside to urinate, he deliberately headed toward the dungeon, wanting to see whether anything would happen again that day.
Hey!
Don't take my word for it.
The moment he got close, he heard sounds coming from beneath the dungeon again.
It sounded like someone running around.
The sound was crystal clear. He absolutely refused to believe it was a hallucination.
So.
After raising the alarm once again, he did not wait for his colleagues to arrive. Instead, he picked up an oil lamp and a rifle before cautiously making his way down into the dungeon.
He wanted to catch those troublemakers.
Strangely enough.
The moment he entered the dungeon, the sounds abruptly ceased, and all fell silent.
The dungeon was narrow, with a ceiling that was somewhat low. Prison cells fitted with crude wooden bars were scattered messily all around, and a strange stench permeated the air.
After making a circuit.
The young man was baffled.
What was going on?
At this point, the colleagues who had heard the alarm gradually arrived as well.
Everyone spread out to search.
They checked every corner.
They found neither any signs of human activity nor anything like the secret passageways they had suspected.
"Could it be the sound of small animals moving around?"
Someone offered a guess.
But without finding any evidence, it could only remain a guess.
The night passed.
They reported the matter again.
His superior was stationed at another camp nearby, with a distance of over a hundred meters between them.
After receiving