The door appeared.
A black tunnel appeared in his eyes. It was deep and dark, as if it could swallow him alive. When he stepped toward it, his heart gripped in anticipation.
What kind of secrets hide in these tunnels?
He walked down the steps, the stairs sinking him into the darkness, and he turned his head around, looking closely at the walls. It glowed sinisterly, and it seemed to smile at him.
He noticed something glinting in the center of the room. It was a rotting table, with something on it. A black book.
He feels something calling him to it. He waited and finally embraced the curiosity inside him.
He noticed the book cover was covered in dust, but something about it called to his dark nature, the demon side of him. With curiosity, he touched the covers, and the dust in the book created a handprint.
He flipped it open.
A blank page.
Confusion flickers in his eyes. Why is the book blank?
