Taking a deep breath to steady his racing heart, he followed her into the quieter space. As his hand hovered over the door handle, he felt like he was holding not just a piece of metal, but something that could change many lives, including his own. “Here goes nothing”, he muttered under his breath, and pushed the door open.
The door creaked softly as Oliver entered the room, its sound barely a whisper against the haunting melody of a distant violin that seeped through the walls. The room was dimly lit, with light from a hallway chandelier making shadows on the floor. The air felt heavy, like something big was about to happen, good or bad.