"The spirits tell me he keeps the key in the lowest draw on his desk. There is a hidden compartment inside of it, but it should be relatively easy to crack. The key itself is well known amongst my people- a golden rimmed key with a heart of jadeite on the top. It's big, and won't be easy to miss," Ingrid explains, twiddling a strand of her dark hair between her fingers, her vision lost as she wanders in her own thoughts.
For in the brief moments of time we have left to spare here, I too let myself get lost in thought, mulling over the things that are yet to come. Shakily, I take another sip of tea, trying in vain to wash out the apprehension from my quivering bones. But whether it is this, or the chilling influence of the soul as she dines with us in all her undead glory, I cannot quite shake the quiver from my body.
