"I'm sorry for the dust, Madame. Like I stated before, it's been a long time since I've had a visitor," The same voice from outside greeted me from the darkness. It still seemed rusty from lack of use. The words were understandable, yet spine-chilling. There was a major lack of lighting, but faint silhouettes could be seen if I strained my eyes.
"You seem to be having problems seeing. I often forget that light is required for humans. One moment," the mystery person stated, and in the next moment, a faint blue light emitted from a room in front of me. A soft rumbling noise started up when the light flickered into existence, most likely a generator.
My nerves stood on edge as I slowly moved forward with Orson in my arms. He was making small whining noises, and I found myse
