Canto looked at the moth-eaten tapestries along the walls. Most of them were almost disturbingly violent battle scenes, at least those that weren't too stained or threadbare to tell. But others portrayed a shapeless dark-furred beast, with long claws and teeth.
A guttural groan came from behind, very close by. Canto pulled his trench knife as he spun around, but there was nothing but his own footsteps in the dust.
The noise came again, but now he saw a flutter from one of the monstrous tapestries. It seemed to be coming from the wall behind it. He pulled the cloth aside and saw a low, rough-hewn doorway in the stone.
He shuddered at the thought of stepping foot into that black tunnel, but it was his job, after all. He hadn't expected to enjoy this.
He ducked inside and let the tapestry fall back behind him. Total blackness.
We're all in the gutter, but some of us look at the stars.