Janice

Once I had identified the entrance to the building where the signal was coming from, I made my way cautiously into the dark, looking around, bracing myself for an attack. Nothing happened. The place felt oddly still... it felt weird, and above all, there was a weird smell. It was almost like the aroma of rotten perfume.

I found one intact door in its frame and opened it, finding a set of stairs. It screamed "trap" but I knew I had to face it if I wanted the key. Moving down the stairs slowly, I watched every shadow. Nothing moved, nothing so much as made a sound. I started to get a feeling roughly akin to walking into a crypt.

I entered a room furnished with a few sagging sofas, a cracked table, and some long-dried flowers. That was where the perfume smell came from, but it was somewhere between rotten and a really bad effort on the part of a perfume maker. The