Kenzie stood in front of the ancient bookshelf, her palm suspended inches from the insignia etched into the worn wood. Her heart thudded a warning against her ribs, every beat whispering a question
What did they want to tell me? Why do they own a room like this? What secrets to they have? What are they trying to hide?
Her fingers trembled. There's something unnatural about this place, she just didn't know what it was. She hesitated, wondering if it were the right choice. She didn't know what lie behind this door. Does she really want to know?
Then she heard his voice in her memory—quiet, protective, firm.
_“You need to be safe.”_
So she moved. Her palm pressed against the insignia. A clicking sound before the bookshelf groaned low, ancient wood dragging against stone. Then it shifte
