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This might be the mansion, or it might not.
The corridors are there. The rooms are there, all acting as they should. The kitchens are still there and functioning (for now, Light interjects darkly to himself). And yet the people-
All of them are gone, except for him.
Well, it's not as if he'd valued their company. They'd hated him, and he'd hated them; he'd been a visible reminder of what they were fighting against, and even the ones who should have worshipped him were weak, drawn by the crowd rather than by what was right.
It couldn't have been anything Light did, after all.
The grey cat that followed him out of the dream room is still trailing him; it's curled on the end of his bed. Light is likewise curled at the head of it, in the corner, ruminating and worrying about fur. He'd known the place was leading him to believe he'd be alone here. He just hadn't thought it would come so soon.
Or is it a room? It could be.
The corridors are there. The rooms are there, all acting as they should. The kitchens are still there and functioning (for now, Light interjects darkly to himself). And yet the people-
All of them are gone, except for him.
Well, it's not as if he'd valued their company. They'd hated him, and he'd hated them; he'd been a visible reminder of what they were fighting against, and even the ones who should have worshipped him were weak, drawn by the crowd rather than by what was right.
It couldn't have been anything Light did, after all.
The grey cat that followed him out of the dream room is still trailing him; it's curled on the end of his bed. Light is likewise curled at the head of it, in the corner, ruminating and worrying about fur. He'd known the place was leading him to believe he'd be alone here. He just hadn't thought it would come so soon.
Or is it a room? It could be.