Setting: Grand Ballroom
Time: Night 008
Summary: Almaz's first night in the house
Warnings: Nothing really.
Something about this place gave him the creeps. Well, really, a lot of things about this place gave him the creeps: how long the day seemed to last, the fact that he couldn't get out of this place, the hammering everywhere, and, most of all, the shadows all around that seemed to be moving. But... were shadows supposed to glow like that?
It didn't help that he didn't know exactly where he was going. He'd mainly just been wandering around, hoping to find some sort of clue, but all he'd managed to do so far was get himself lost. Although now he was starting to get the feeling that this wasn't one of the buildings in the Evil Academy and he was instead somewhere else entirely. This house was too clean and proper to be one of the buildings. Unless it was a remnant of the reconstruction that had occurred earlier. There was enough construction going on now that it could have been possible. So... now he was second guessing himself again.
The hero drew his sword, hoping that he wouldn't have to get into a fight, but doubting that he'd be that lucky. He never was. It'd probably be better if he wasn't alone. Then again, he wasn't entirely sure what all was lurking around here. The strange, glowing, moving shadows were bad enough.