#aka-mare

He had to be very silent, to the point where his presence was nearly imperceptible. If he wanted to sneak his way into the kitchen, he had to stealthily borrow Teacher's keys that he was sure was placed in his room after he was done with his nightly rounds. He planned out this pursuit for a few weeks now, everything can go on without a hitch. As he carefully treaded along the wooden halls in high alert for Teacher, in case he was still not asleep, he was sure that things will be okay. At least, just as long as he kept quiet.

Though, his plans were put into a sudden halt once he felt something tug his shirt. Because of his heightened alertness, when he jumped in surprise, it was more exaggerated than normal.

Though, he let out a small sigh of relief once e turned around and saw the familiar red-cladded girl.

sutaadamu

palla-rubra

aka-mare

quietusetiam

【Ѽ】— "... Seriously. They die." She blankly stares at the book in her hands, wondering to herself why this was considered a classic, why was this book recommended to her, and why was it all in figurative language? Not that she minded that last part-- she was a fan of that. Though it seemed very over-cliché, despite it's true sentiment. If people lose XXXX, they die. Always a repetitive message, yet strangely true. One could die in a literal way, or perhaps spiritually. It all depended on the person who lost XXXX, and how it happened. For example, everyone here seems to have lost XXXX, yet they all live... physically.