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I walked slowly through the dimly lighted hallways, exploring every inch of this place. The walls were a dark blue wallpaper with white elegant columns, and the floor a black quartz with white spatters on in as if it were the universe. As if it were for a god. Which, yeah, a god made this place.. Or two. Three? No, wait..
...I'll just stick to my ramblings again, or something. Not like I'm a ■■■■ing protagonist in some silly plot line, right? Ugh. Anyways...
I always hated this goddamn place. The cold breeze I felt at night always made me shiver, but I didn't want to talk to them to fix that. I hated them. Especially Q. I absolutely HATE it. Why did I have to go through so much ■■■■ing pain for ITS ENJOYMENT!? It's so godamn unfair, and horrible, and sick!
But yeah, asking for them to make my life better should be easy... I wish. I doubt he would care, maybe her though? I find her pretty caring in my opinion. At least she's not as obsessive as the others. At least she treats me not as a toy to play with or a pet to love. But as a human being.