Every flash of lightning brought with it an army of the creature she was chasing as the twisting, spindly trees were illuminated in the downpour. Every droplet's fall and every boom of thunder echoed through the steel tunnel, a particularly close flash illuminating the darkness for a short moment, showing the end of the tunnel to only be feet away. The half-moon steel cave seemed an old storage facility for the village that existed nearby but now acted as a museum for the old township that came before her own. The stone floor of the tunnel was littered with clothing and dust, shredded suits of every size mixed with what appeared to be children's clothing, torn through by what resembled animal attacks, every garment drenched in blood. The childish garb was all piled together as if in memoriam, the bits of torn cloth ranging from the cloths children might have worn in the 1500's to clothing worn not but a decade or so ago. Along with splotches of blood there were many claw marks and lines of indentation covering the floor. It seemed more as if she stood in the den of a great beast than a storage facility.