The room was a dull brown, contrasting hideously with the vibrancy back on the street. My eyes were still fixed on my driver, watching their movements as they stepped over boxes and around the crates that were scattered across their path to another door set in the far wall. I set out to follow, taking up a steady pace that kept me a few metres behind them.
Night was falling outside the windows, I’d thought it was
midday when we arrived, and the setting sun streamed through the skylight,
illuminating the path in front of us both. I had edged around one box just as they
reached the door and glanced at the path they’d just taken. I barely slipped
behind the box, cramming myself up against the wood, hiding as much of myself as
I could.
Was it enough though? I had no idea, and the absence of a
creak coming from an opening door’s hinges did not put me at ease. I sucked in
my stomach and waited.
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