Hall of Infinite Doors
Listening to the voice, you
A warm, heavy air hits you laced with the smell of candle wax. You hesitate a bit, but you move on.
Cautiously, you step inside and almost immediately your foot hits something. A wooden coffin.
You look around and notice many types of coffins. Some are made of wood, and some of metal. Some are polished to a shine while others are gathering dust. You never knew you could have so many types of coffins.
"Yes, can I help you?" You jump when you hear the question. Turning around you see a man, probably nearing his 40's, behind a wooden desk. You can't see him properly in the dim light, which you realize is from several candles lit aboutturn the handle. To your surprise, the door swings open without any difficulty, minus the loud creak you hear. Kind of creepy. When was the door unlocked?
the room, but you feel a chill down your back.
You...
A warm, heavy air hits you laced with the smell of candle wax. You hesitate a bit, but you move on.
Cautiously, you step inside and almost immediately your foot hits something. A wooden coffin.
You look around and notice many types of coffins. Some are made of wood, and some of metal. Some are polished to a shine while others are gathering dust. You never knew you could have so many types of coffins.
"Yes, can I help you?" You jump when you hear the question. Turning around you see a man, probably nearing his 40's, behind a wooden desk. You can't see him properly in the dim light, which you realize is from several candles lit aboutturn the handle. To your surprise, the door swings open without any difficulty, minus the loud creak you hear. Kind of creepy. When was the door unlocked?
the room, but you feel a chill down your back.
You...