Leonardo placed his hand on the knob, feeling something indescribable—a warmth that wasn't quite heat, more like heat trying to be heat. It was unsettling, the sensation of something almost but not quite right.
"I hate this," Leonardo muttered, opening the door and stepping inside, closing it behind him. The pressure from the door lingered, pressing against him as though it were reluctant to let him pass.
The section of the mansion he entered stretched out before him, an endless hallway that seemed to go on for a couple hundred steps before ending abruptly at a final wall.
Next to the wall was a staircase, most likely the one Anna had explicitly warned him not to go up.
He walked down the hallway, lined with doors on one side and large windows on the other. He couldn't help but wonder why the doors were there—perhaps for guests? He opened one to peek inside and saw a large room, fully furnished with nearly every necessity except a bathroom.
