The group stood in front of a rotten wooden door.
The guest room.
William entered first.
The rest followed carefully.
The door closed behind them.
The room was dark. No windows. No natural light. Only a small candle. Flickering on a side table.
Shadows filled everything else.
Max looked around. Evaluating. A simple bed. Hard. No decoration. No luxury. Nothing.
An empty, cold room.
"…"
Max turned toward William.
"…Is this the real guest room?"
Pause.
"…or the fake one?"
Silence.
William looked at him. Calm.
"This is the real one."
Pause.
"…the fake one is worse."
Max blinked.
"…great."
He exhaled.
Ran a hand through his hair.
"I like this place more and more."
Neros let out a laugh.
"I don't see the problem."
He crossed his arms.
Relaxed.
"I've been in much worse places."
Pause.
"…this is almost luxury."
Max glanced at him.
"…I don't want to know."
Sophie stepped forward.
Looking around.
Uneasy.
"…"
