(CAMILLA)
"I agree, where are we going?" Hands sank into deep pockets hiding the letter, the voice that left my lips a little quieter than usual.
"Let's go." Conan turned on his heel, his head tilted to the side, brown eyes reminiscent of autumn leaves fixed on me.
One step, two, three - the goal is clear. A large door leading to the courtyard of the main building. A fugitive glances over my shoulder at Hazel. The girl's lips were smiling broadly, but her eyes shone with worry. Focus returned to the road ahead, Conan's hand holding the door open, displaying his gentlemanly manners, allowing me to step in first. The silence falling around was unnerving and suspenseful, what was the final destination? Suddenly Conan stopped at a dark brown door leading to a special section. What's behind
