The voice that had almost certainly been heard down in the dungeon corridor was growing distant once more but louder up here on the basement floor. “Where are you?” It questioned.

Closet and closet the voice sounds, like someone running toward you or otherwise running wild in the castle.

“Are you coming? Say something.”

This voice, this woman was lost. Or maybe you were lost. Either way, she wasn’t in the dungeon corridor anymore. Instead, she sounded somewhere on this floor?

“Come find me!”