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
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.