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[bigkylelittle]

We're running, past so many young students, in the high story of an auditorium meeting a hotel. I remember coming here before, but can't remember the difference between an event occuring in the past and a mind telling one it happened. It's dark, but the hallways we pass are filled with a yellowish light reflecting on creamy walls, and the hopes for an empty room dim. But I step into a room, with a strange engraving to note what kind of room it is to those outside. A hotel room, a bed shoved into the farthest corner next to a corner window overlooking the night and lights of a city.

Your grip tightens...