[part 7]
You step on to the long chilly hallway. Not looking where you're going, you bump into a tall figure. The figure introduces himself as the master of the palace. Now that you think about it, it is a bit strange that you came so far, just because you received some sketchy invitation letter.
You took a closer look. You would expect the master to be an older man, but the Mr. standing in front of you is 30 at most. His skin is ashy grey and lacks any pigment, although that might have been the lighting in the dim corridor. His hair is pitch black and almost covers his just as dark eyes. You admit to yourself that he is quite handsome, but not quite your type. He explains that he just wanted to welcome you, as he didn't get a chance last night. He wishes you a good morning and turns away as he continues with his day.














