Pipe Intersection Junction

The pipe network narrows here into a cramped Y-shaped junction where three corroded metal corridors merge. Damp echoes amplify Wences’ warnings and the distant howl of Fifi, the air thick with industrial grime and the metallic tang of stagnant water pooling in the sewer-like troughs beneath their boots. The walls, slick with condensation, reflect the dim glow of emergency strip lighting that flickers like a failing heartbeat. Steel girders groaning under structural stress frame the choice ahead—left into darker silence or right where the vibration of movement hints at pursuit. The Doctor’s boot scrapes against a loose rivet, sending a sharp clang skittering into the black.