The door opened slowly as Luca and Seraphina stepped out of the room, both of them now fully composed in appearance, though the quiet tension between them had not entirely faded. The hallway outside remained dimly lit, the weak glow of lanterns flickering faintly as the stillness of the inn pressed heavily upon the senses.
Yet something had changed.
A faint stench drifted through the air.
Subtle at first.
But unmistakable.
The scent of decaying flesh.
Luca's brows furrowed instinctively as the odor reached him, his senses sharpening immediately as unease stirred beneath the surface.
"You smell that…?" he asked quietly, his voice low yet serious.
Seraphina gave a small nod, her expression tightening slightly as she inhaled slowly, confirming what he had already realized.
"It has begun," she replied calmly.
The scent had grown stronger than it had been the 2 nights before.
The passage of time had allowed the grim reality within the inn to worsen.
