Tower Door

Back to the task at hand. Up the small steps, truly an aesthetic choice for the building. The door shrieked like the raven. Harsh and creaky. But it fit with how the inside looked.

Dozens of cobwebs. Steps with holes and broken pieces. A basket laid on the floor, a rope with a frayed end attached to it.

If I was Biscuit, I would never choose to hide in here.

“Fluffypants? Is that you? The pulley is broken, you’re gonna need to come up.”