The voices fade, and you are dumped unceremoniously on a transparent floor made of solid glass. Spreading out beneath the glass is the vista of a warm, sunlit town. But none of that warmth reaches you here. The room you’re in carries the chill of empty places, where people may live if they have no choice, but don’t exactly hurry to return to. The walls and ceiling that make up the room are greyish-white, tall enough to be intimidating.
One of the walls has a small number of hand-drawn pictures hung on it, their color startling against all the white. Another wall looks like it has some words and tally marks scratched into it.
Toward the middle of the room, leaning against a column, stands a blue-haired man in a black coat. There’s a jagged scar shaped like an X criss-crossing his forehead. The expression on his face is serious and vaguely disdainful. “So, you’ve arrived.”
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The Grey Room
Date: 12 Jun 2013 23:41 (UTC)One of the walls has a small number of hand-drawn pictures hung on it, their color startling against all the white. Another wall looks like it has some words and tally marks scratched into it.
Toward the middle of the room, leaning against a column, stands a blue-haired man in a black coat. There’s a jagged scar shaped like an X criss-crossing his forehead. The expression on his face is serious and vaguely disdainful. “So, you’ve arrived.”