It was a forlorn sight on the other side.
It smelled of neglect and decay. The ugly walls were designed with peeling paint; the windows, dirty and cracked and boarded up; dull grey tiles, cracked and chipped; old and rickety bleachers that were ready to fall off any minute; chairs covered in thick layers of dust.
The unpleasant smell of old dust and mildew infiltrated Rydar's nostrils when he stepped into the old and abandoned natatorium. Stubborn cobwebs welcomed him in with such enthusiasm that trying to brush them off him was hardly successful.
Everything was dead, except one thing.
The pool.
Considering how dilapidated the place was, the pool was meant to be dried up and empty. If in fact there was going to be anything in there, probably stagnant and stinking water.
The poo
