Living A Good Life (3)

After I entered the house, my eyes moved around the area of ​​the room to find Merri's whereabouts. But the room was left dark with all the windows closed with curtains, and the lights not turned on. Even so, I can still distinguish the moving objects in front of me as I'm used to the darkness underground.

But many times I looked around the room, I couldn't find any human movement. As expected, I will be taken into the deeper area of ​​the house. Usually, they kept the captives in the deepest part of the house, whether it was a cellar, warehouse, or bedroom. Merri must be somewhere inside.

Tack. tick. Tack. tick. The sound of the clock ticking in the dark seemed to remind me that I didn't have much time to wonder.

I glanced at the man who had been in front of me but was now beside me. I think I've been standing for quite a while in front of the closed door, while the man in front of me doesn't continue in his footsteps. When I was about to ask why he had stopped walking, I heard foots