The tunnel is damp and dripping. Pools of water cover the floor. Strange red-hued stuff like mold clings to the tunnel’s curving walls and adds a peculiar reddish glow to the dim red haze suffusing the dark. The air, though, smells kind of lush. Sweet and spicy. The only sounds are the dripping of water from the tunnel walls and the sloshing of Monk and Minx’s boots through the pools on the floor.