A Lost Memory: Alitheia

Episode 6: Intruder

"Where's Jiro?" Kacey queries in Akira's direction and while cutting through a pie on her plate with knife and fork in hand.

"Hadn't seen him in a while," Fitz, taking a sip of her hot chocolate from the mug in front of her.

"Not sure, actually," Akira answers and turns around his chair to eye the entrance behind him.

"He usually hangs around Sir Pilloweather" Colchester informs.

"I saw him this morning before leaving for work," Eliza notes and takes a bite of the pie's filling.

"Akira, why were you half naked on my windowsill?" Fitz asks changing the subject.

"Wow, you really go for the jugular, huh?" Akira scoffed and ran a hand through his hair.

"I saw something and wanted to confirm itt to be true," he stated though cute off as on cue, Jiro enters the room.

"Jiro where have you been?" Akira exclaims and only to be met by silence. Jiro takes the empty seat next to Kacey.

"I got lost," he responds timidly.

"If mom finds out about this," his argument fades like white noise into the background as Kacey lightly pats Jiro's shoulder. He startles back and looks up at her.

"Jiro what's-" Kacey starts off, though interrupted by the room turning black.

"Probably a storm," Colchester notes, filling the silence.

"At least we ate this time," Fitz adds, trying to lighten the mood.

They use their phones to walk back to their rooms, Akira grabs a plate of food for Jiro.

"Oh, Kacey, Junior said they'll get your boxes to the room by tomorrow morning," Fitz informs as the elevator closes on her floor.

"Oh yeah, sorry and thanks," she yells over to her.

Now in her room, Kacey changes into her sleepwear before getting in bed. The foreign sheets, warm and cozy, it's not long before she slips away into a deep sleep.

A stare. Looking down at her. Kacey learnt somewhere that even in a deep sleep, one could feel the gaze directed towards them of another. A cold shiver sent through her whole body, spikes of an adrenaline rush. Her heart pounds in her chest, fearful. It shifts, not sure how, but she senses it move from beside her to the back of the room.

In a corner, still staring back at her, her body feels stiff and limbs heavy, fluttering her eyelids. The only part of her body she has control over. Kacey manages to peer her eyes to one side, enough to catch a glimpse of the so called intruder.

To have caught someone red-handed, a perpetrator in her room and would've been far better than the 'something' that stared back at her. An air of pure hostility. It hadn't any distinct features, not a face, body and let alone a pair of eyes.