It was hard to explain.
However, the moment they entered the bathroom, it was as if something around them had shifted.
Joanna subconsciously licked her lips as she looked around her.
Broken tiles littered the floor, crunching faintly beneath each step. The shower curtains hung in torn, stained strips, gently swaying though no breeze stirred the air.
And then...
There was the tub.
A hulking shell of porcelain, fractured with several cracks. Dark stains ringed its rim, and from deep within the basin came a slow, deliberate drip that echoed through the silence.
Drip! Drip...!
Every sound seemed magnified in that moment.
The crunch of their steps on broken tiles.
The slow, rhythmic creak of the cupboard door above the sink, swaying on rusted hinges.
And then...
The sound of their own breath.
Not their characters. Their breath.
They could hear everything.
"....."
Silence filtered across the room as the three looked around the place.
