When we came back down, the first thing I noticed was that the banquet hall felt… Strange, it was harder to breath, in a way? And did the room get… Smaller?
I squinted, trying to see the change in the room, it wasn't just the way the firelight flickered off the stone walls, but more or less the air itself had changed, almost like it had thickened…
I took a long inhale, but felt a sharp pain when trying to exhale.
The long tables were still there, the broken plates, the half-cracked candelabras. The little fireplace on the far wall was still burning, faintly, like someone had left it just a minute ago.
I think that's how the room layout was… Wait, what? Why am I doubting my own memories?
Everything looked the same, except for the fact that the door, the big archway we'd walked through earlier, was now closed, completely shut, seeping a little bit of orange sunlight underneath.
I stoop down the stairs and widened my eyes.
"Uh… Rina?"
