Part 97 # Friend or Foe?

Back in Rossie, Clark felt his way through the darkness shrouding this dilapidated building. A place that had clearly been abandoned for years, perhaps even decades.

Clark's cautious steps broke the silence within the room.

He could even hear his own breath roaring to dispel the uneasy feeling in his chest.

There was no sound except for the gravel crunching beneath his shoes, no rough floor scratching the soles.

Each step he took produced a soft echo that made his hair stand on end.

According to the informant, this building was the last hiding place of The Rose. Clark had to find him, no matter what.

Clark stepped forward, looking around cautiously. The walls of this building had been silent witnesses to a history possibly filled with real secrets and intrigues.

The decaying wooden floor creaked beneath his steps, and moonlight penetrated through broken windows, creating eerie, ominous silhouettes.

Occasionally, he heard strange sounds: creak, creak. The sound resembled the slow movem