Detective Arc ran down the pitch black corridor, holding onto the cold cement walls with her palms. She could hear Samantha’s voice growing farther away. A quarter and a dime, a real nice time. Detective Arc hugged the wall and continued to run back to the red door. Samantha was absolutely dead but she was talking and she knew about Charlotte and the coins. In the distance, Detective Arc saw a faint light creeping around a corner. She was getting closer to her destination. She ran to the light and turned the corner. She knew she wasn’t far from the red door. She ran as fast as she could and gradually slowed down when she smelled something, something burning. She slowed to a cautious and hesitant walk until she stood at the bottom of the cement stairs that led up to the red door. She looked up the stairs and watched as smoke creeped through the bottom crack and up into the air. She lifted her arm to her nose and hid behind it, squinting her dark almond eyes and walked up the stairs. She used her left fingers to jab at the doorknob, with little hope but full of certainty that the doorknob would be too hot to touch. She stared at the red door and the fast paced thoughts of nothing and everything all at once scrambled around in her mind. She had no way out and no solution to this. She turned back and looked down the cement stairs. She could only go back to the darkness that haunted her and the death that waited for her down there. The smoke was coming in faster and filling the top of the stairs. Detective Arc looked at the red door one last time and walked back down the stairs. She got to the bottom and faced the corridor with only the dimness of flickering lights keeping her company.