Timing her breath, Nnenna waited until both men were distracted in quiet conversation. Then, with the swiftness of a cat, she dropped down from the rafters above the corridor, landing silently behind them.
She moved fast, hugging the shadows until she reached the side door normally reserved for servants. Her fingers slipped into the pocket sewn inside her sleeve, pulling out a thin wire she had prepared earlier.
"Careful," the System whispered.
"I know," she murmured.
A few quick turns of the wire, and the lock clicked open with a soft snap. She slid inside just as one guard turned his head. For a heartbeat, she thought he had seen her, but then he scratched his neck and yawned.
Nnenna exhaled slowly, pressing her back to the door. She had made it.
The air in the dungeon was colder, heavy with damp stone and the faint smell of iron. Her footsteps echoed faintly as she walked deeper into the dark corridor, guided only by a single torch she dared not touch.
