Secret Elevator

Grigori proceeded to lead Hade to the back of the pub, through a narrow corridor surreptitiously tucked away from prying eyes.

As they walked, the wooden floor creaked beneath their feet, fervently protesting the intrusion with every step.

Scanning their confined surroundings, Hade was able to detect three distinct doors offering three different entryways along the corridor.

The first two juxtaposed on opposing sides, appearing to be living quarters, with one of said doors was slightly ajar, with glowing soft lights offering a glimpse of a humble existence within.

'Must be where that woman lives,' Hade extrapolated, merely from the orderliness of the room and the faint scent of feminine hygiene products lingering in the air.

Also, he had not failed to notice how Grigori almost appeared to squirm in ardor when he walked past this door, the demented freak.