They moved towards the basement exit, Alex and Arwen, both taking one last look at the unmoving Douglas strapped to a chair before making their way up the stairs and out of the basement.
A hint of melancholy lingered in the air as Alex made his way to one of the rooms in the building with Arwen following closely behind.
Every morning was like this, always starting on a sour note due to the existence of Douglas and his unfortunate condition.
One would think that by now, they would have gotten used to it.
It was easier said than done.
Upon arrival at the room, Alex took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and unlocked it before stepping into a bedroom that had been repurposed into something of an office with a desk and two chairs at one end, a bookshelf and couch on another, along with some trophies, all of which had been gifted by people Alex had helped since his arrival in Sklaviunt.
