C14 Fourteen

"We're here." A nervous whisper.

I couldn't hear anything from behind the doors, which made me assume they were soundproof.

We stood on regal red carpets that had its sides lined with gold thread. A single chandelier hung down, lighting the narrow hall.

Nayla bowed before me, and with a quiet 'Goodluck' she was gone.

Facing the doors, I dragged in a deep breath. And knowing I may, or may not