The door slammed shut behind me with an ominous THUD, plunging the cellar into near-total darkness.
I sighed. "Of course."
Upstairs, I heard muffled voices.
"Uh… Professor?" That was Julien. He sounded way too entertained by this.
"Yeah?" I called back.
"You alive?"
"For now."
"Oh, good. Let us know if that changes!"
I made a mental note to double Julien's training time for the next month.
The cellar smelled of damp wood and something faintly rotten, like spoiled fruit. My boots scraped against the floor, kicking up dust as I moved. The faint outline of shelves and barrels filled the space, but beyond that, the darkness was thick.
I took a step forward, and something crunched under my boot.
I froze.
"…That better not have been bones."
