Prologue
“Miruet!” I called,“Where are you Miruet?” I shouted as I stepped out of the damp bush. A breeze of wind carried a metallic stench in the air, my blood ran cold. That stench wasn’t metal. It was blood, and it smelled disturbingly fresh. I creaked my head, looking at the one place I never checked; the shed. My dampened feet squished upon the wet ground, with every step, my heart thumped harder in my chest; with every short breath, a bead of sweat ran down my face. The stair creaked as I walked up base of the worn stairs. The smell of blood was so strong, I wanted to turn around and run the other way, but Miruet could be in there, he could be in pain, just thinking about what might’ve happened made me nauseous. I took a deep breath and walked up the broken steps, creaking with my every movement, and jabbing a nail in my spine. Finally, I was standing on the last step; the smell of blood was unbearably strong, forcing me to wince. Well, it’s either I die fighting, or fight dying. My hand trembled as I reached for the rusted door knob. Inhale. Exhale. I touched the door knob. I froze. For some reason, the knob was still warm; and it was freezing outside. That could only mean one thing, someone was here before me.
