Kai made his way back to the dormitory with slow steps.
He felt the chilling night air was carrying something other than coldness and its fondness for him. A warning, or perhaps a plea. The same darkness that only he could see was blowing the other way, making it harder for him to continue onward.
Pushing him back like it was begging him to go the other way.
No matter what lies ahead, he didn't need to know.
Didn't need to see.
But his stubbornness carried his body past the front door and into the empty corridor.
Nobody was around.
Just him, the emptiness that was choking him from all sides, and the darkness.
Chester looked at him with hatred the last time their eyes met—the kind of eyes that made it painfully clear that he would do anything in order to satiate his hatred. He would not stop at anything to get what he wanted.
And though Kai didn't know for certain what lay ahead, he knew it was done by Chester.
