Merlin and Margaret climbed the stairs cautiously. The steps were made of iron, but rust had weakened them, making them prone to collapse.
When they reached the top, Merlin stopped Margaret from moving further.
"Wait a moment. Let me check the situation first," he said quietly.
Margaret gave a small nod. "I understand."
Merlin stepped out from behind the door and surveyed the area. Fortunately, it was safe—no one was around, so they could proceed without interruption.
He signaled to Margaret, and she stepped forward immediately.
Margaret's eyes swept the room. It was dark, filled with broken objects and cardboard boxes.
Dust coated every surface, and spiderwebs hung in the corners. The stench made her gag.
"Shh!" Merlin pressed a finger to his lips. "Move slowly and quietly. If the smell bothers you, hold it in—we'll be out of here soon."
Margaret nodded and fought back her nausea. They moved carefully, minimizing any chance of making noise.
