Cassandra and I
exit from the room
that felt like my
eternity.
As I follow her to
the left, I can''t help
but look around.
There''s white and black
vintage wallpaper with
patterns in the shape Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.
of many red roses.
The floors are made
of mahogany wood
and feels very cold
on my bare feet.
As much as I would
love to stop and
explore,
Cassandra is keeping
a close eye on me
despite being in
front.
"How huge is this
building?"
"Well the place has
three stories. We
Are on the third
one."
Cassandra merely
explains.
I stay quiet.