Mahiru was tired. Her workload yesterday-- on top of meeting the talkative little dancer left her with aching shoulders and dark bags under her eyes that stuck out embarrassingly easily against her pale skin. She needed to get to work, though. She had her chores... She had to clean. The hallways were deserted at the moment, so she briskly walked towards the closet. 

It was always dark and a bit confined... The photographer only had to peak her head in for a moment, though, so it wasn't too much of a problem. The door whined in protest as she opened it and she stepped inside, scanning the shelves for a mop and a bucket. 

Only to be distracted when the closet door closed behind her, leaving her in the dark even to the point where she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. Was this someone's idea of a joke? Or did someone just shut it without knowing she was inside? Regardless, a feeling of unease settled over her and she narrowed her eyes.

She tried the knob and pulled on the door, only to find that it was stuck. She gave the door a bang. And then another. And another. Well... this was embarrassing. Her cheeks flared with frustration. "Anyone out there?" She called out, hoping to reach someone's ears. 

Once, an unhappy and truly pitiful boy found a fireplace

Inside, there was a magic ember

It would shield him from the things in the shadows, or at least he hoped it would

It was hidden in many other fading embers and that unlucky boy burned himself many times

Hands blackened and burned, he found that ember

How does the story end?

Where's the dinning room again...? Naegi was in a bit of a pickle if he did say so himself. He had picked up a book from the library to read, had started reading it while walking thinking he would be able to navigate to the dinning room with ease. Of course, this wasn't the case, and he merely ended up wandering around aimlessly with his nose stuck in the pages of the book. I think...nope, no clue.

He sighed a little, reluctantly closing his book after folding the corner down so he didn't lose his place and looked around. It took him some time (and some more aimless wandering) before he realized he was near the male dorms much to his relief. Why the hell was the building so damn BIG? He hesitated for a moment, trying to decide if he should drop his book off first before heading to breakfast or not. Finally, he settled on just tossing his book on his unused bed.

It would give him an excuse to actually go in there...and maybe grab a couple more pillows for his bed in the filth room. Sadly, as soon as he entered the common room, he ended up running nose-first into someone he hadn't met before.

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