Raizen's knuckles hovered over the wooden doorknob.
Then, he pulled it back, and decided to knock instead.
Nothing.
He waited, listening for footsteps, for a voice, for anything. Then, he knocked again, harder this time.
Still nothing.
His chest tightened. The red threads around the knife brushed his forearm inside his sleeve like a reminder that the next step was supposed to happen already.
He leaned closer, listening.
No movement. No shifting. No breathing.
Raizen swallowed hard, then pushed the door open.
The same warm, dim light met him. The chamber looked almost exactly as he remembered - bed, carved walls, the empty chest still near the bedside like a relic left behind. The Ruler lay in the same position, head angled slightly, hands resting near his chest, gaze fixed on the ceiling.
Then Raizen noticed the sound.
Music.
