Domenico

Domenico paced from one corner of the crypt to the other, endlessly circling the sarcophagus in the middle. He was now a predator locked in a cage way too small. The crypt was not more than ten by ten feet, with a low ceiling and only one way out. He was trapped in these walls with all of his anxieties, and had too much time to ponder if he’d made the right choice with Dana. Maybe he should have gone with her somehow. In the trunk of her car, and… and then what? He didn’t even know where Seth was being held, or if he hadn’t already been killed for that matter.