As Anthony followed his guide, they arrived before a modest structure, a small cottage that barely spanned a few meters, its entirety consisting of a single, confined room.
Their footsteps landed softly on the ground, their movements deliberate and precise.
The guide bowed respectfully, extending a hand to beckon Anthony forward.
Anthony paused, his gaze sweeping over the cottage's simple features.
There was nothing remarkable, no windows, no adornments, just a solitary door that stood as the cottage's only entry or exit.
With a measured stride, Anthony approached the door.
As though sensing his presence, it creaked open unbidden, granting him entry.
The moment he crossed the threshold, it closed behind him with a quiet finality, sealing him within.
Step.
Then another.
Anthony's footsteps echoed softly, resonating through the stillness as he moved forward.
