@thethirdstallghost
🏮 Ƥℓєαѕє Hєℓρ мє, Aη∂ Ƥℓєαѕє Sανє Mє...
Silence greeted Misao as she walked around the dark and empty halls, She was used to it by now after two months of being here, Her once golden orbs now held a dull hue, her face....used to be so full of life, were now as pale and sunken as a corpse, a comfortable frown fixated on her lips.
She heads over the bathroom, trying to memorize it’s bits and pieces...before she begins her curse, The curse to hurt the people who had done her wrong. Stopping at the one of the cubicles, The spirit could sense something strange about this cubicle, Misao knocked gently on the door, pressing her ear on it afterwards, waiting for someone to answer.
{🏮}:
“Hello...? Are there any spirits inside here?”
