Liberty flipped on the switch inside the small room only to find his action fruitless. There is no bulb above him and the room is helplessly crowded. His temper is flaring tenfold. Sighing heavily, he scanned the eerily dark surroundings to search for the f*****g chairs for some insignificant human needs. For once, he was mad at the darkness and thankful for what little light was seeping through the cracks of the old walls.
“Damn it…” Liberty traversed the cramped room smelling of dust and untouched book pages. He was groaning each time his foot hit a random box, making the journey to the f*****g chairs feel like a stretch. The sound of falling objects soon erupted as he wiggled his way to his goal…which was found stuck in the far-left corner. When he attempted to lift the pile of plasti
