Jingle.
The bell above the door ringed as Xavier and Eulene entered the building.
The interior of the building looked even older than the exterior. Dirty wooden boards barely stuck together to form the floor. The wooden wall above looked even more horrendous due to all the moss and fungi hanging from it.
Fortunately, there was enough light coming from the windows to illuminate the entire floor. Even the corners filled with cobwebs were clearly visible.
But none of these dirtiness or archaicness were the creepiest elements. What's creepier was the tens of stares, both visible and invisible, locked onto the duo.
Nevertheless, they were not enough to daunt Xavier or Eulene. They were expressionless.
There was a white and unkempt bearded old man behind the old reception desk, his eyes fixed warily on the duo.
The two walked to the receptionist. The other workers on the floor, who were formally suited, had their eyes glued to the pair.
