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

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  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.