Kenneth shuffled through the panel not knowing what he was about to face, stepping through the darkness and hearing the loud thud as it closed behind him. Now what? It was completely dark and then the lights began to flicker before brightening the room and lighting it up as he blinked, his vision gone for a moment before it adjusted.
It was a small room, the walls surprisingly clear of anything. A single piece of furniture or so Kenneth assumed was covered in a heavy black drapery cloth and he walked a little closer, hesitating. Was he supposed to take off the cloth? Or should he just wait and hear the voice telling him what to do?
Why wasn't the voice talking? Kenneth was puzzled, his feet instinctively moving to the large item in the direct centre of the room, his heart thumping loudl
