Enki thought the worst part of the dungeon was the darkness.
Or atleast, that would be on top of the list, and it was a very, very long list.
He had heard stories about the place since he was young, everybody did. Some, they were tales of heroes braving the dungeons and coming back with untold riches.
Others were told in the late of night. Rumors of what layed down there and murmurs of people who went in and never came back.
He would have never expected to be coming here on a regular basis. But hell, was it one way to make a living.
He stayed on the upper levels, searching for valuables, and had only had to face a few monsters (which he usually ran away from). In the moments that didn't work, he was glad for his trusty suit of armor, dented and scratched.
This time though, he decided to go a level deeper. It was only one level deeper, and what if there were even greater treasures.
As he climbed down the stairs, immediately he felt the atmosphere shift. As he looked through the hallways, lit dimly by his lantern, he saw dried blood and missing corpses. For a moment, he thought of going back up. But no, if this was what he was doing he had to be brave.
It felt as though the cold air was pressing in on him, filling him with a creeping dread. But he trudged onwards. Shoving abandoned jewelry in his sack, he felt his armor get heavier and heavier, to the point he could barely move, almost falling over.
But then, he stood straight up. Against his own movements, his armor moved on its own, his heart pumping faster than ever before.
It dropped the lantern, leaving them in darkness. But despite that, Enki could still tell how his body was moving, and was completely helpless as it slowly drew his blade and pointed it directly at his face.