Tristan stopped briefly outside the building and was about to call the number that had been calling him for the last thirty minutes when he received a text containing some instructions to follow.
According to the text he was asked to drop his phone in a box by the doorstep and Tristan did so without thinking about it. All he had on his mind was getting his baby back. He didn't recognise the sign that he might also be in grave danger.
While on a normal day the sight of the house would send a creepy feeling down his body even in broad daylight he ventured inside in the dead of the night with nothing but his eyes as guidance.
He had walked up the first flight of stairs when he tripped on something and fell forward to the ground. He hissed in pain and hurried up. He had hit knees on the hard concrete floor but only limped forward without taking a look at it.
