The ancient wooden door disguised ultra-modern facilities within. A waiting room with comfy chairs decorated in shades of sage green, the relaxing scent of lavender. But underneath the calm, Sienna could make out the beep of medical devices in the ward beyond and the smell of antiseptic that betrayed the true nature of this place.
Her pulse raced at the possibility of being trapped here. She would not be entombed in the bowels of the earth. She turned to duck back out the door.
“Welcome!” The voice was warm and sweet, like peppermint tea served to guests as hospitality. An open gesture that promised no harm.
Sienna stopped, took a deep breath and turned round.
