Floor fifty-six.
The number echoed in Michael's mind.
Rynne continued casually, unaware of the impact her words had just caused. "I have other means. Moving between floors isn't that difficult if you know how."
Michael did not respond immediately.
Inside, a strange mix of emotions surfaced. Surprise. Relief. And, if he was being honest, a hint of jealousy.
He had not even known this level of travel was possible in Hell.
It really was good to have a background.
Whether that background came from Rynne's teacher or her family, he could not tell. But it was clear she had access to things he did not.
Now he knew two critical facts.
He was on floor fifty-six.
And he had a way out of Hell.
Michael let out a slow breath.
"Fine," he said. "I'll go with you."
Rynne relaxed slightly, though she hid it well. She turned back toward the ruins, already shifting her focus.
Michael followed her gaze.
"So," he asked, "what is this place exactly?"
