You trek back to the western hall and take the stone stairs, quickly reaching the second floor.
It's immaculate.
Unstained white marble, with great roman pillars adorning each corner of the hall. Behind you, the hallway stretches to a set of double doors, ahead of you, the hallway forks to the north and east.
There is no sound, no trash, not even lockers for belongings. Just a sea of doors and a pristine floor.
None of the classrooms are open, and there are not windows in the thick black wooden doors, but you can see light emanating from all of them.
Your heart is pounding in your chest. It's not really safe here – what if a teacher sees you like this? They'll demand to know where you belong.
But then again, that might be for the best. You might be able to get into a class that way.
You could just wait here until someone passes by, or you could try entering a classroom, at your own peril. |