Purple Blood

Hidden away

We are slowly making our way through the empty corridors to my room as quiet as possible and for some reason, we are to avoid being seen by anyone at all, strict orders given by Ms.Venable.

While we were walking, the girl suddenly started speaking to me in a soft, sweet voice while being extra cautious and looking around to see if there is anyone in sight.

"My name's Mallory by the way, and I'm sure you have lots of questions in your head right now."

"I'm Charlotte. Yes I do, well I-" Before I could even ask Mallory anything, we heard taps of a cane echoing in the hallway, taps that we were all too familiar with, taps that could make anyone's legs weak, taps that announces the arrival of the bearer from miles away. It is now coming towards our direction.

To our luck, my room is just around the corner so Mallory grabbed my hand and we bolted the rest of the way. By the time we entered my room, we were both panting and gasping for air. As Mallory couldn't stay for long, she quickly tucked a rolled-up paper into my hand before disappearing in the hallways.

I took the time to scan the room before sitting down on the bed. It isn't a large room, but it's a warm and cozy one. To my right, there's a fireplace with two armchairs in front of it and to my left, there's a desk with a chair that goes with it but most importantly, it's got a bed. Although it's not as soft as the one I used to have, it's definitely better than sleeping on the cold, hard floor.

With trembling hands, I carefully unrolled the paper that Mallory gave me a while ago.

Basic operational knowledge you should know:

-two ranks: Purples- Elites, Greys-Servants

- you are not allowed to leave your room at night

-meals served at 7am and 7pm daily **don't be late **remember to dress up in proper attire

-NEVER disobey or disrespect Venable if you want to live

THROW THIS PAPER INTO THE FIREPLACE AFTER READING

Still in my robe, I made my way to one of the armchairs in front of the fireplace, threw the paper into the fireplace and carefully positioned myself on the armchair in a way that my wounds don't rub against it.

I was watching the fire as it slowly consumes the paper when suddenly, I heard the sound of a cane tapping against the floor twice, from the direction of the entrance of my room, disrupting the peaceful atmosphere that was only filled with the cracking sound of the fire.

I froze.