Chapter 112

The door is stained in similar reclaimed wood tones as the wall, making it blend into the brickwork, and I head right for it. Concealed but not invisible, and now I’m set on going there, nothing will stop me. Except maybe the cries of a human man being tortured. That would have me backtracking and hightailing it back upstairs.

Pulling it open, I spy a corridor inside with only two more doors visible in the entire space. Surprising, as I expect a hall like upstairs with several doors leading off. One is shut tight on the darkened side and has nothing to tell me what is beyond it, and one is sat open, emitting light and music from the interior. The hall is dark wood, polished floor, and is a little foreboding.

I recognise the Maroon 5 song drifting my way as soon as I hear it and relax a lot. Exhaling as my body sags, realising how tense I am and smile involuntarily.

Alexi has specific musical tastes, and that is one of them. I exhale again, shake the stupid away, lo