Once inside, she noticed the room was completely dark, but her vampire eyes allowed her to see clearly. She spotted a narrow staircase leading downward. Unsure if anyone was present below, she remained in her shadow form and began descending the spiraling dark steps, which seemed to go on endlessly. The farther she went, the more an ominous feeling rose within her, as though some sinister energy seeped through the very walls.
Unknowingly, her heartbeat began to quicken, her nerves tightening at the thought of what she might discover. What if it really was Ivan in there? What if he was in an even worse state than when she had seen him a couple of hours ago? Cece couldn't stop her mind from spiralling out of control, overwhelmed by the countless what-ifs flooding her thoughts.
When she finally reached the bottom, her nostrils were immediately assaulted by a strong stench…one she recognised all too well.
Blood!
And not just blood….there was also the unmistakable smell of rot!
