Chapter 35
- I pass a door and I stop, retracting my steps before unlocking the door and going down the stairs of the dimly lit underground room.
- The scent of blood whiffs past my nostrils as well as the stench that comes from the moss that comes together from dripping water.
- The place that serves as my dungeon is now empty and I hate that I actually expected to see someone there. Am I going crazy with such thoughts?