A door lies before you. The handle is crystalline, reflecting light from the lanterns above.
Other times Clove would’ve just gone for it, but he shimmies his sleeve over his hand to touch the knob.
Honestly so real. Clove avoids the potential of a cold after this job. As he opens the door, he sees a dark room with… seemingly nothing in it?
He’s here too, looking over clove’s shoulder.
Karma sees the same thing!
Which is nothing!! “Sure is dark down there.” Guess who has a matchbox from the navy man though.
“Doubt there’s nothing in here,” Clove says over his shoulder. “I’m heading in.”
He treads carefully as to not trip…
can he strike a match to help clove
Certainly!