"...There is something seriously wrong with your family, Sir."
"You do not need to tell me, Mr. Rhys."
Lance did not really have time to rebuke Rhys's words as his eyes darted everywhere. The floor, the aged walls, the ceiling — the once overly familiar corridor to him now felt completely strange.
"Be very careful with your steps," Lance breathed out as he very slowly and gently stepped forward; sighing a relief as nothing happened. He then stayed like that for several seconds; just standing completely still.
Rhys did not really say anything so as to not bother Lance, he just focused on holding Lina over his shoulder; making sure she wouldn't be put in harm's way and that not even a strand of her hair would be lost.
Soon, however, Rhys realized that Lance was not moving at all even after several minutes had passed. Still, Rhys waited for him and did not speak at all — after all, what if he was trying to remember where the triggers of the traps were?
