I stared at the door for a long time. Beyond it I was told salvation waited. Voices argued over my fate but I ignored them. It was curiosity that persisted, curiosity drove me. It demanded nothing, merely wondered what lay beyond. Perhaps I’d listen. My dagger was all I had, but then before I didn’t know I had it. Would I truly miss it after losing it. 

Perhaps. 

But the question remained: would I really lose it? Would it be missed? It was a tool, a trifling thing. I decided it didn’t matter, all that mattered was what lay beyond. So many questions. I wanted to know. I needed to know. I’d hunt for the answer, stalk it, pursue it,  rip it out of its sanctuary. That was [b]my[/b] choice. I hefted my dagger, fit it in the slot, and tried to turn it like a key. 

[@Celsius]