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 novel; please report.

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.