There were thick bars in the windows, and the heavy door was locked tight. The only object in the room was a small, weathered black box.
The box sat on a white pedestal in the not-quite middle of the floor.
Abigail had only been a guard for three months. Tonight was her first duty in the chamber. She wasn’t watching for intruders, though. Her orders were clear.
Prevent whatever was in the box from getting out.
She checked her watch nervously. The digital numbers ticked down. Only six and a half more hours to go until shift-change.
Was it her imagination, or did the box seem larger than it had been, just a minute ago?