บท 130: Cold Room

As Severus stood, gazing at the dilapidated room. He shivered, as though, ice had replaced his spine. The cold air enveloped the entire body. The multiple layers of clothing could not protect against the deathly cold. Weeds and dandelions poked out from these cracks. Vines formed a twisted maze upon the side of the house, reaching their tentacles towards the roof. The walls showed black decay by neglect. Splotches of original paint hinted at the former prosperity. Cobwebs covered the corners of the doors, tiny black spiders threading towards their prey. The room was fit for the kings and queens of the supernatural. A musty, dank odor suddenly crept into my nose. Black and brown mold dotted the ceiling in clusters, evident of rain seeping through the roof. The floor covered with grime and dirt. Sharp shadows roamed around the room. The room was empty and in no way had any special details except those remarkable bloodstains as Severus looked around wondering over to it.