Furuno.
The darkness here is haunting rather than soothing. Even the stillness hints at danger.
I keep getting the prickling feeling at the back of my nape that I'm not alone.
The dorm building looms before me like a mausoleum.
I can see the dungeon building in the distance. It always has this dark and forbidding look, even in the daytime.
Karim is probably in there, serving his punishment with the same sense of responsibility with which he does everything.
'Larkaway' hall, is the name of my dorm. It had been built as a memorial of a great school hero - Meryl Larkaway.
All of the school heros have something in common - they all died.
What had they been fighting against, that they were killed and are being remembered centuries after their carcasses have rotted?
The hallway is eeriely silent. No laughter, no voices, no late night movies, nothing.
I limp toward the grand staircase, grunting as it coils before me endlessly.
My room is at the top floor - the seventh floor.
