What's this? Neraxis furrowed his brows as he stared at the room's layout.
So far, every single room he had entered looked identical to one another. Yet this room, in particular, had a bed that was slightly moved to the side.
"Amara, has Sarah been in this room?" he asked, just to be sure.
Surprisingly, nothing stood out at a single glance, but he knew the moved bed was no coincidence—the sheets were still perfectly made, meaning no one had stayed here.
Therefore, Neraxis crouched down and tapped onto the floor.
Immediately, a hollow noise resounded, and as he continued tapping around, he noticed it formed a cubic area just barely big enough to fit a person.