It was a long corridor and a long walk.
What was it?
...thirty minutes?
...an hour?
...no, it must have been five.
The sensation of time in here was greatly screwed up, but White simply progressed regardless, and eventually he found the light at the end of the tunnel.
It was like a wall of sorts, with light slipping out from claw marks that were drawn on it.
He stopped before it, observing the strike of the mark.
It was in the shape of a spiral, and raising his hand up, he traced that circle.
He could imagine a creature standing up and spinning its massive claws around to form the image of a spiral.
His hand fell when he finished tracing, and in the next moment, turned down.
Surprisingly and unusually enough, there was a knob on the door, human-like, and White's hand reached it, pulling it back.
CLINK!
The clear sound of unlocking rang out, and he stepped in.
Before him was a place he could understand:
A bar.
Yes, the type where men drink.
