Capítulo 99: Ninety-Ninth

The passageway itself was relatively clean, but old.

And old-looking, too.

There was a clear layer of dust that rested upon everything.

Not to mention, all of the furniture - though she wasn't quite sure it was accurate to call it 'furniture' when there was barely a chair and a table in this room - was so damaged that it was impossible to even guess what it could've been like new.

The wood of the table, now gray from years and years of age, was rotted through, splintering everywhere.

Emily suspected if she touched it even lightly it would collapse into a pile of dust.

The cushion of the lone chair was torn through with large claw marks, and had suspicious stains now so aged they could have been anything.

She decided not to inspect them any closer, just in case.

The more she saw the more her intuition screamed at her that there were bones and/or curses buried in here somewhere.