Lapia took hesitant sniffs around and her expression became confused, then turned to me, "I can't smell anything out of the ordinary, though?"
"I think that's good," I nodded, taking a step toward the staircase. "The smell is anything but gentle."
"Will you be okay?" Lapia placed a hand on my shoulder, "Mentally, I mean."
I nodded, "With you next to me, probably yes."
She chuckled, "I bet."
I smiled and gestured to the staircase, "Let's go."
We walked to it and I took a deep sniff. The smell was coming from the lower floors. A gentle breeze pushed the scent and I got a vague feeling of direction from it.
I went down the staircase, following the scent of the Demon and Lapia followed behind me. After descending three floors, we came into yet another hallway. The windows to the left illuminated the space, giving it a clean image in the afternoon hours.
