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I sneaked inside the hall in the end of the night, early as hell. I sneaked into my bed all while thinking about the bed I just woke up on. I couldn't wipe the damn smile off my face as I covered myself with my 1€ blanket.
Last night was truly an amazing experience. My highs were something out of this world, and in overall, my relationship to the Frontman is truly intense and passionate.
We have talked deep into the night, and I got to know the history behind a few paintings inside his rocky museum. Even though I was exhausted as hell, my desire to know him deeper kept me awake a few hours more.
And it was totally worth every second.
I think I have my first crush ever that has more potential to become something deeper.. of course only if I survive.
Haunted classical music played from the speakers soon enough, and I sit up in my bed only to see four baby Circly's entering the hall. Upon seeing that they carry a casket with a pretty bow on top, I realized that it wouldn't be appropriate to wave at them like an excited child.
Following their steps, my eyes witness a gruesome sight. It may happen every day and in every form, but seeing the aftermath of suicide before my eyes, it made my vision slightly sway as my heart nearly thumped out my chest.
Money flowed into piggy again, and I ask myself, is this trauma really worth a cent?
I sighed as my head and my heart were in a battle. My mind telling me that it's already too late, and my heart has the audacity to blame me for this.
If I hadn't done my shenanigans with the very Frontman, there would've been a slight chance for me to have prevented this. But I know that once a person is determined, there's nothing stopping them.
I sat in my bed and tried to process this, but Roby had to had the last word and instructed us to go to the next game.
Let the game begin, again.
Can you hear my exhaustion? Yeah it's damn real.
My feet shuffle me from my bed, my legs a bit stumbling as an uncomfortable uneasiness appeared between my legs. My cheeks blush at the memories behind that pain, and yet my eyes glare at anything and everything that passes me.
Though, I still managed to greet the Tringly's that stood guard nearly everywhere. Ali tried to cheer me up on our way up the colorful stairs, but I just took it with mockery and twirled to the classical music before I looked at him with a deadpanned expression.
He held his arms up in surrender, and I was quite satisfied.
We were led to an usual plain white room, and down a small stairs were 16 mannequins clothed with red vest's stood. Roby spoke to us, explaining what we have to do and repeats it.
