Abby’s POV
“You got this?” Ben asks me worriedly again as I wait for the elevator doors to open.
I roll my eyes in response, but I can’t help smiling to myself as well.
“Yes… as I’ve said… this isn’t my first rodeo.”
“Well, yeeha cowgirl. Looks like you're up.”
I take a deep breath and straighten myself out before stepping out into the dark dreary hallway. My nose twitches in disgust as the smell of dampness and urine fills my nostrils and my eyes flick upwards to the dull lights on the ceiling that flicker intermittently. The walls are covered in graffiti and the old-fashioned wallpaper is ripped and torn so much that it’s hard to decipher what the original pattern actually was.
“Goddess, this place stinks… Maybe Sven really has gotten out of the game.”
“We’ll soon find out…
