Henry appeared behind me, a stair higher, and while combing through my hair tenderly, he looked around as well.
In the end, he motioned to the cement ground.
"He is buried inside?"
"I guess... We are the only ones here, no living Sebastian, no rooms in which he could be..."
"And no cameras." Henry pointed up with one hand while still combing through my hair with the other.
These 20-meter-high steel ceilings had a bunch of sockets embedded in them, but there were no actual cameras in there; instead, there hung some cables out as if they had been ripped out.
"Creepy," I mumbled before taking a few steps down, looking at the cement ground the stairs led to.
Henry came beside me and crouched down to touch the floor carefully while I slowly stepped on it with the tip of my shoe.
