Moved onward out of paranoia that the recent outburst of noise caught the attention of the roaming minotaur, Ren left the claustrophobic corridor of cells. The next room was barren, darker than any previous room as only a faint torch kept the small chamber lit, holding only a single wooden chest in the center.
--This really is starting to resemble a RPG dungeon...minus the part with being disemboweled by a minotaur.
"That totally doesn't reek of being a trap."
Every cell in his body told him not to open the chest, but the door that led to the next area was sealed completely shut, to the conclusion that opening the chest likely would open the next path.
It was less of a door and more of a slab of smooth stone, unmoving even after a few kicks to test its strength.
"Here goes nothing!"
He confronted the ominous chest and reached down, flinging open the lid of the chest before jumping back, expecting something inside to reach out for him.
