Tiaa walked through the dimly lit hallway with a purpose, her footsteps light but steady, while Nate followed closely behind, his eyes carefully taking in every detail of their surroundings. The muffled sounds of moaning and laughter from the other rooms were fading the further they went, but the heavy, musky scent of the place still lingered in the air, making Nate's nose twitch slightly beneath the fabric she had given him.
Finally, they stopped in front of a wooden door, its surface worn and slightly cracked, evidence of years of careless use. Without hesitation, Tiaa reached out and pushed it open.
The room inside was a mess.
The first thing that hit Nate was the strong, pungent smell of alcohol. It clung to the air, mixed with the unmistakable stench of sweat and unwashed bodies, making his stomach churn slightly.
