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There is lack of one thing, no matter how much you focus on finding It. Namely, there is not a trace of Your Cat, and the time ticks relentlessly, and the shadows close in too...
Not wanting to overstay your welcome, you crouch in the middle of the entrance and hastely start sketching the cat's head in the dust. "I'll come back soon Mr Don Fluffles! And don't worry, I can just follow the cat paw marks!" You whisper down the row, where a distinct cat paw marks lead... Right next to the door, and right into a wall.
'Yeah, They do it sometimes.' You think with a shrug, and get up to leave on the double. This time, you will pass the spider-floor-ballsack-tripwire-minefield with dignity and focus adequate to a boy like you, and not as a giddy teen girlie. At the very least, you won't let it sour your still uplifted spirits further.
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Passing the southern wing offers a vastly different challenge. In it's tranquility and peace, a different kind of demon stalks you again - one of the coming future and it's questions. This time there is no Kitty to distract you.
Absentmindedly, your hand gently slides along the smooth, wooden railing, claiming it's dust as its own. From there and to the staircase is not a long trek by any means, but it might as well be infinite, as the day's events come crumbling down on you with the weight surpassing that of the wall near previous cave.
those files, the poison, the cave and grim confirmation of your worries, but that for later, when you can share with others.
Down below, Alex, with devotion befitting an overzealous maid, wipes the floor with a duster in one hand, and wet swab in another, occasionally sweeping a bead of sweat from his overworked forehead... Why is he doing it again? What is his connection to Jaq? Can you trust him, if yes, with what?
Meanwhile the blonde in question sits next to desk with your assignment, tissue in hand, all red on the face, and slowly sipping from an elegant, steaming cup. Surprisingly, maybe somewhat hypocritically, Angelina stands by her, and dots on her worriedly. Although Jaq seems not exactly pleased, with a frown as she looks at toiling Alex.
You will have to inform her about everything you seen... How did we even get here? How did Jaq became the president so fast? Were there even elections? Did you make a mistake by cutting yourself away from other students but your group and single-mindedly pursuing the goal of escaping?
A tired sigh leaves you. 'No, I didn't. If not it, Seo-young might be dead, and who knows what be of me, if I just follwed the same path as others?' You ponder, as the staircase draws near.
"But who is Seo-young exactly?" You mutter involuntarily. Yes, you did promise not to talk about it... But which past? You forgot your past pre-school, but not the one here. Did she mean all of it... Or only a certain part? What is she ashamed of exactly?
Suddenly, you almost trip as the staircase ends, and your movement misaligns with physical reality.
