After traveling down

three flights of stairs,

Cassandra leads me

to a dinning hall.

I almost forgot food

existed.

How long has it been

since I haven't eaten?

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In this huge room, there's

orange luminescent light

from the ceiling,

setting the mood for a

great feast.

There's two plates

and silverware

decorated

nicely on the black

and long table.

Cassandra pulls

a chair from the

table and I sit

down,

feeling a little

nervous.