The door was open.
I stared at it.
Every sensible part of me said to walk away.
Unfortunately, curiosity had never been one of my sensible parts.
I stepped inside.
The door creaked behind me.
I turned quickly.
Still open.
“Okay,” I whispered.
“That's comforting.”
The east wing looked exactly the way I remembered.
Old.
Dusty.
Forgotten.
Except for one thing.
There were footprints on the floor.
Fresh ones.
I crouched beside them.
Someone had walked through here recently.
I followed them.
Past the old classrooms.
Past the locked offices.
Until they disappeared beside a wooden door.
I tried the handle.
Locked.
Of course.
I sighed.
Then noticed something scratched into the wood.
The same symbol.
A circle.
Half covered in darkness.
And underneath it were three tiny
