Gemotions

The vast empty rooms echoed with an unbearable hollowness. He felt a constant thrumming in his chest, a desperate need to find something… anything… to occupy him. He kept going back to the front door, just opening and closing it, as if trying to force himself to feel.

He felt drawn to the old library, the smell of aged paper and leather filling the air. He ran his fingers along the spines of the books, searching for a clue, or a distraction.

He noticed a small irregularity in the baseboard. Upon closer inspection, he found it to be a cleverly disguised door. It yielded to a gentle pressure, revealing a flight of stairs that disappeared into the darkness.