Last Floor, Dungeon...
*Swish*
Leon stepped onto the last floor and immediately stopped dead in his tracks.
The place was unrecognizable.
Massive closets lined the southern wall, their polished wood gleaming faintly in the dungeon's light. Near the bathtub, a dragon's head was carved from wood, its open maw pouring a steady stream of warm water into the tub, steam rising and curling through the air.
The hard, cold stone slabs that once passed for beds were gone, replaced with proper wooden frames and thick, fluffy mattresses that looked fit for royalty.
Leon narrowed his eyes.
'What the hell ? Am I on the wrong floor ?' He thought with a confused expression.
"What the hell happened here?" he muttered aloud, scanning the room.
"Leon… you're here." The familiar voice made him turn sharply.
