Moulin ducked under the short doorway. The dust teased his nose and pricked his eyes. Everything about the house was small and poorly tended. However, it was cleaner for it to be abandoned. The floorboards were cracked, but a faint sheen could be visible. The filthy rags in the cupboard were moist as though it was just recently used.
It seems it wasn't as abandoned as they thought.
The man led Moulin and the others towards the kitchen, where a huge window faced the tiny pond in the backyard. On the floor, beside the east wall, the floorboards were removed to reveal a human-sized hole. A dark, sturdy staircase gaped at them from below.
Moulin frowned. What was this for?
Without waiting, the silver-eyed youth descended the stairs. The others hastily followed him and their cautious expressions filled the narrow passageway.
