บท 38: XXXVIII. Not Alone.

As Vanilla advanced some meters down the stairs, the tomb behind closed itself, locking her inside that unknown and unvisited lair that could be as well just a neat room at the bottom, or a whole complex of dead-end passages and labyrinths of no solution.

For tempting the idea of trying to open the entrance again could be, she restrained, in fear that the zombies had kicked down the door of the mausoleum and could be right outside there, surrounding the tombstone of Sir William Oaths, ready to pounce on her and leave nothing but mauled bits of nerves and leather.

After a hundred stairs that went deep into the ground, which felt like thousands for Vanilla between their sultry humidity and dense air, she arrived at a wide, square room made out of nothing but concrete that had a rusty door at the wall in the bottom facing her. Custos Cattus walked first.

"...Doesn't seem like anyone has been here before." She said. "Can you see fine, Rowie?"