When Ellie finally stopped, they stood before the door of her former shelter – the small, weather-beaten space Rhea had woken up in the first time she arrived in this world.
Rhea blinked. "Why are you bringing me back here?"
Ellie pushed the door open. The hinges groaned in protest. "Because nobody comes here anymore. It is like everyone deliberately avoids this part of the house."
Rhea stepped inside and drew a slow breath as her eyes traveled over the cramped room. The walls were peeling, the wood beneath warped from damp and neglect. Dust clung to every surface, catching the faint light like it had been untouched for seasons.
Her throat tightened. I cannot believe someone lived in a place like this. Her fingers curled slowly at her sides. I will make them pay for what they put you through.
"Rhea." Ellie's voice cut through her thoughts. His tone was steady, deeper than usual. "What I am about to say is very important. And it must not leave this place."
