The more I go deeper in search of the stairs that could lead me to the second floor, the more I realize not everyone here is from my school. There's a bunch of faces I'm not familiar with. They're probably close friends with the host if they're here. Speaking of which, where is the host exactly?
I subconsciously begin to look around as I descend up the stairs but stop looking by the time I reach the second floor. And the view is amazing. The balcony had no roof, obviously, vast in space and there's a swimming pool that's just waiting to be filled. Too bad I didn't bring any clothes with me. I stride to the edge and rest my arms to the cold, metal railings. I can see the people from up here. They look like children.
I was a bit hesitant to come here since the party's being hosted by non
