New Added Content! It's dark, pitch black. No light shines through the window in the room ahead. The pale moon obscured behind heavy clouds. A singular source of light, the flickering candle in hand. You blow it out, not wanting to disturb the other occupants, and wait. Hoping your eyes adjust to the darkness. Slowly outlines and the vaguest suggestion of shape become visible. Stumblingly you navigate the room. Seven beds line the room, soft breathes can be heard from the people within. You pause at the sixth bed. Surely it's yours? I'll give this story a rating of PG 13 because Magilou ٩(◕‿◕。)۶