"Let's leave, we have nothing to do here anymore," Camille said, and began walking.
"Aren't you going to wait for the results of the auditions?" Shayla asked inquisitively, walking behind Camille.
"We won't get the results today, I'll have to wait, for about two days," Camille replied coolly.
All of a sudden, she paused, and Shayla paused as well.
"Do you hear that?" Camille asked, looking around with a vigilant look.
"Hear what?" Shayla replied.
"There's a cry of help," Camille stated.
"I think I hear it, where is it coming from?" Shayla asked, the hair on her body rising due to uncertainty.
"I don't know, we can trace it," Camille replied, taking slow steps until she stopped at a room.
The cries were the loudest in this room, but suddenly, it stopped.
"I think it's coming from here, I'm sort of scared," Shayla muttered.
Camille tried opening the door, but it didn't budge.
"I think it's locked," Shayla commented.
