Ā Ā Ā The abandoned hotelās vacancy was beyond apparent, for there was not a soul in sight save for the photographer. The sign atop (once dangling with near passion) now stayed afloat by a single thread, ready to topple at any given moment. Its entrance depicted one of a haunted mansion, almostā Rubble scattered the area, one sole light illuminating the entire perimeters. She shrugged her shoulders, carefully stepping over the rocks and entering amidst the silence.
Ā Ā Ā Its lobby was nothing to fawn over, but at least it did possess a quiet atmosphere. Silence and time to herself was something she deemed necessary, especially with all the commotion going on outside. Alas, despite not spotting anyone else, that didnāt ease her feelings nor sense of guilt one bit. Rather, perhaps too much isolation did more harm than not. Mahiru let out a sigh, dragging herself towards the former counter in which customers checked into their temporary residence. Its contents were not in sight minus miscellaneous papers here and thereā Why not take a glance? For curiosityās sake, naturally. Her reasoning was not for materialistic purposes but acted more-so in a metaphorical sense-- To see the despair crawling every inch of this once lively establishment was but a mind-teaser in itself.
