KALLE
Gahrye led her into the bedroom he was using, but he was moving overly-carefully. As if he was afraid he might break something.
When they got inside, he let her go and turned to close—and lock—the door. She didn't really pay attention to the room. It was him she wanted to see. And this room was plain, little more than a large bed, sized for Anima males, a simple dresser—also large and antique—a chair in the corner that was extra deep and had a matching ottoman. To the right was the door into the bathroom that had been updated a few years earlier when the pipes of the building, which was well over a century old, finally began to fail.
