Chapter 18 Fear

• Sierra pov.
• The room was incredibly small, and the only source of light was the faint illumination from the window. I surveyed the space, taking in the sights, smells, sounds, and textures around me.
• The air was musty, and the room reeked of dampness and mold. I could feel the roughness of the walls against my fingertips, and the floorboards creaked with every step I took. The room was so small that I could hear every breath my companions took, and the tension in the air was palpable.