Donny was sweeping dust at the Wall of Faces when he noticed something strange.
“Hey, Mitch!” he yelled. “C’mere and take a look at this!” He pointed. “Ain’t that a new one?”
Mitch put down his mop and came over to peer at the writhing marble, the carved features contorting in silent screams.
“Don’t recognize him,” Mitch said at length.
“No one’s missing, though.”
“That ain’t right. Someone comes in, someone goes out. That’s the rule.”
Mitch shrugged. “Maybe they’re expanding operations.”
“Figure we’ll find out, soon as the new guy gets in,” said Donny. He glanced up at the firelit ceiling and the saw-toothed trapdoor.