Cheryl Chew's face was pale, and when she called out those three words, there was an obvious tremor in her voice.
Thomas Shannon closed the file, "Awake?"
Cheryl Chew closed her eyes, her slender body swayed, teetering on the brink of collapse, "Brother Shannon… the girl locked in the basement, who is she?"
Last night, she wanted to put away the extra easel in the clutter chamber, but accidentally entered the basement. It was a dim, long corridor that seemed to have no end.
Dark and damp, with an inescapable musty smell lingering in the air.
Cockroaches and unknown small insects could be seen everywhere in the corners, crawling unrestrainedly past her feet, scaring her into shrill screams.
The screams caught the attention of the person locked in a room.
Since Gaby bit Raina Bell on the leg, she had been thrown into the basement, a dark and endless basement, seemingly an endless swamp, trapping one in despair, hard to rise from.
