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


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    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.