The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 245

“Over here!” Evelyn said.

Clara managed to get on her feet, tired, but otherwise able to stand on her own. Julia helped her to walk inside.

Four long cables were hanging on the other side of the window. One did not need to be Doctor Frankenstein to realise what Evelyn had in mind… One small step…

“You’re not fuck—(ing serious?)” Julia said.

“It’s three stories down,” Evelyn said. “We’re out of options.”

The grim truth hardened all their faces. Clara turned a shade paler as her heart kicked up a notch, but her body fought back the attempt. She clenched her chest, and Evelyn’s jaw dropped.

A cinematic photograph captured in a derelict luxury hotel room, with peeling wallpaper, a broken chandelier, and a worn-out velvet couch, amidst a sense of decay and neglect. Outside the grimy window, a window cleaning platform hangs precariously, its rusty metal frame and worn-out ropes a stark contrast to the once-opulent interior. The foggy sky above is a deep, burnt orange, blocking out most of the sunlight, casting an eerie, apocalyptic glow over the scene. Dust and dirt coat every surface, and the air is thick with the scent of decay and forgotten memories. Every element, from the cracked floor tiles to the torn curtains, tells a story of luxury lost and forgotten.

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