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𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬.
The footsteps were loud, echoing. They filled the silence of the halls. There was not much to see, as the room was dark as could be, a small lantern producing a dim light.
The footsteps were loud, echoing. They filled the silence of the halls. There was not much to see, as the room was dark as could be, a small lantern producing a dim light.
The shadows on the wall danced, creating a sense of dread. Regardless, the ones passing through the halls were quite used to this atmosphere.
"Well, that was a chain well dealt with." said the one holding the lantern.
"Perhaps you were too harsh, Xerx-kun.", chirped the voice behind him, "The contractor was but a young girl."
The man infront laughed, not too loud, and the silence continued.
There was another man walking behind the two, not too far away.
𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬. His glasses fell. Must've not put them on properly just now. As he crouched to get them, he felt something move behind him. The hair on his neck raised.
He turned. Nothing.
"Reim?"
He ignored it. It was probably nothing. "I'm coming!" He ran to catch up to them.
The walk continued like this. They wouldn't talk much, simply sharing a word or two, before the silence continued.
This didn't mean that the trio in question didn't get along - not at all. They were very good friends, sharing tea and snacks, bickering contantly.
Yet there was an internal feeling that there was not much to be said in the halls.
To keep the dreadful atmosphere, perhaps. None of them believed in ghosts. None of them expected something terrifying to happen. The hallway was simply cold. Silent.
They respected such a room.
There were days, though, when it felt alive.
"Ah!"
"Are you alright, my lady?"
The young woman denied the man's helping hand, setting herself straight and continuing to walk forward.
"I am quite fine. I tripped."
The walk went on, once again. It felt as if their small journey was a never ending one.
Bits of the wall were wet, dripping with what was probably water. It was too dim to be seen.
The liquid dripped, creating a rythm syncing with the footsteps.
How quiet, how mundane, and how eery a room may be.
"Ah, we're here" said the man holding the lantern as they entered the room.