It turns out, I was on the wrong floor.
So engrossed in the beauty of my surroundings, I accidentally went up another flight of stairs and into someone else’s room. It was strange… I can still feel his eyes on me despite already being one floor down.
Descending the grand staircase with only the soft glow of the lamps to light the way, I felt those eyes following me, making my skin prickle and my heart beat erratically. Twice I looked back, expecting to see him, but I didn’t.
Who was he anyway?
My nose was still stuffy from the cold lake, making it hard for me to smell him and I didn’t see an identifier… did he give it to someone?
I couldn’t shake the man off my mind even when I finally found my room. It was directly under his— whoever he is.
It was strange because even when I was
