Zeath lets go of me, looking around the room; mostly the ceiling and the walls.

“Do you think there’s gonna be a random human hanging on the ceiling?” I ask him after following him to stare.

He shakes his head. “Cameras. I’m looking for cameras.”

“Well? Are there any?”

“Yes. All broken.”

Broken. Fuck! “Whoever did this is smart,” I mutter while having a hard time keeping my hands from twirling each other.

“And murderous,” Zeath adds, “they could kill on instinct, ...