Marek stepped forward, the floor cold beneath his bare feet, and looked around as if measuring the room for weaknesses. Dust hung in the air, undisturbed for years, and he brushed it aside with a small, irritated motion. His gaze settled on the nearest doorway. For a long moment he simply stared at it, then started walking, steady and certain, as though he already knew exactly what waited beyond it... and exactly how it would end.