The rancid and pungent smell in the darkroom was the same. The sticky floor, stained with blood and what not was the same. The thick walls that had blocked thousands of cries were the same.
The dangerous air in the surrounding was the same. The shadows and the monster hidden in them was the same.
The only difference was instead of one prey like the last time, the monster had a feast of four.
Edwin, now in his full masculine and animalistic glory, got bored sitting in a chair. His ears were bored too of hearing the same noises. The scene unfolding in front of him did not entertain him the way he had expected before coming to the darkroom in the old building.
He remembered the last time he was in that room. The night that turned his life upside down. But it felt like a distant memory to him but was still crystal clear in his mind.
"Master!" Rees gave Edwin his glass of drink, and this time it was not wolfsbane potion but alcohol.
