"Comes with the job," Reeva replied with a straight face. He looked around the room, now more relaxed than before. It seemed like a typical run-down place, the kind you'd expect from a middle-class family. Apparently, the group had found new tenants to rent the building.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
"Put this on," the hooded man instructed, handing him a blindfold.
Reeva took the black blindfold and slipped it over his eyes. He thought he might be able to see through the fabric, but as soon as he put it on, everything went pitch black.
The hooded man slung Reeva over his shoulder and started walking. As they traveled, Reeva caught the strong scent of fish.
After a while, they arrived somewhere. Reeva heard a door creak shut behind him, followed by the rustling sound of the blindfold being removed. His vision returned to a dimly lit room, illuminated only by the weak, flickering glow of an oil lamp.
