But then…I discovered a familiar floor. One door passed on my right. Then a second door as I spiraled down a narrow, stone hallway. I decided to take the third door. The massive and arched door with brass fixtures appeared out of nowhere and stood ajar.
Breathlessly I entered the music room and studied it again: golden and crimson hues, a ceremonial room of sorts; three medieval or Tudor English sofas among a piano, human-size harp, and cello; candlelight danced and flickered within the semi-dark room; one baroque-style sofa and two lifeless bodies.
Blue eyes wide open, the blond-haired man lay naked across the sofa, covered in a rich, thick coating of his own blood. Two pencil-point holes/marks accessorized his neck. His arms lay limp in front of him, straight out. Beneath the blued-eye
