The two partners passed through the door into the dining hall of the asylum, and Ayana pulled them to a stop to listen. The large room still held a couple of tables and a few mismatched chairs, a couple of which were obviously broken. The paint was peeling from the walls, and one of the large arched windows had been broken but not boarded up. Areas of the walls had been spray-painted with graffiti. It was silent in the room.
There was no howling, no growling, none of the noise or smells that had accompanied the creature before; it must have left. Ayana closed her eyes for a moment and allowed herself to relax just a little bit. That was when she heard it. There was a faint voice off in the distance.
"Help!" The male voice called.
