Umbrage

Basement

Cowardly, I couldn't continue without wanting a weapon which would be waiting for me in the basement. The cadence of my last footstep which proceeded perilously down the dark stairs startled me. The hardwood floor's facade of security was quite persuading, however, I gained the courage to delve down, deep into the dark realm. Every creak made my person shutter, each more than the next. I misplaced my footing, and stumbled down. My head was inches from striking the tile, fear feeling ferociously feral. Luckily, I landed lying on my side, no damage done. I regained my posture, only to come face to face with a door, adjacent to the stairs. I opened the barrier, and found the washroom. The washing machine was empty, but on the contrary, a dagger was located in the drier. It was my dagger now. I picked her up, and was sliced. My bad, I was too carried away. At the time I only had one question, because I just realized it. Why was there a dagger in the drier?