C115 Strange Inn

We mustered up our courage, and the Heavenly Crying in my hand was held tightly by me as I moved forward.

After a turn we stood still.

The words terror, gloom, and hair are momentarily forgotten before our eyes, as if they had never happened.

The dim light in the hallway was no longer there, but was now wide and bright.

The reception desk was beautiful, shaped like a red scallop