Caldrin’s POV

I got to the silver door, and I shook it to confirm if I was truly seeing right, and I was bewildered to find that it was indeed not locked.

“It’s not locked,” I mumbled, my eyes falling on the keys lying on the floor. Confusion pricked at me. What exactly was playing out?

Even if the guards forgot to lock the door which I was sure wasn’t the case, why would they drop the keys?

“Maybe this is a trap,” I muttered.

I picked up the cell keys, my heart pulsing loudly ...