As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she gazed around the cluttered place.
It looked as if no one had been there in months, there were peolpe there, but they all looked strangely dead. They were breathing, and there was some chatter among them, but their skin looked sunken and pale, like they hadnt moved in so long.
Their faces seemed to shine in the dim candle light, it was cold.
One of the girls turned her bright eyes to glare at Nym, who backed away, reaching for the doorknob.
Better the burning sun than the death of this forgotten place