I’ve come home to pick up a last bag of belongings and to check on everyone. It’s been 4 months since I moved out, after all. The third floor of the mansion feels more dim than I remember. More dark and intimidating. I don’t knock on any doors, somehow afraid of seeing the others. So I just grab my stuff, and finally stop before Enzo’s door on my way out, when I hear someone on the stairs. I turn around quickly, staring at the arched doorway of the staircase as the other person appears.
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1°•🌲~Journey~ 🌲•°
12/08/2025