The door opened before Cin's hand touched the surface to knock on it. She stood there stupidly with her hand in the air as a boy of 19-20 looked at her, holding open the door. He grabbed her hand and pulled her in.
"Not a good time to be outside, a storm is coming."
His voice was of a man who is not used to talking. Cin noticed that he wore only black clothes and his hair was cropped close to his skull. She looked around the room. There was a sense of cleanliness inside there like the person living there didn't want to create too much fuss about how he lived. Almost like a monk. There was a DJ console on a table near a window and it had some advanced gadgetry that even Cin was unaware of.
"We need to get out of this place," he said, and motioned Cin to the window.
"We can go back the way I came up from."
"That way is gone. We can never go back where we come from."
Cin turned back to look at the door which she had come in from. All she saw was a plain wall with no indication of the door.
"By the way," the boy said, "my name is X."
He took her hand and pulled her close to him. His breath smelled of mint and ash.
"There is a pyramid," Cin said, remembering the task from ages ago.
"I know." He showed her his palm where the tattoo of the pyramid glowed in all its glory.
"I need you to trust me for what's coming next." His gaze was deep and for a second it made Cin forget all her fear.
"I don't trust you," she said.
"You're a smart girl," he replied. "And I am sorry for doing this."
He enveloped her into his arms and jumped from the window, towards the boiling sea below.
As they fell, maybe they kissed.
This is penultimate chapter.
We finish this tomorrow.