Chapter 83-Roommate With A Monster
Helanie:
As soon as I lifted my head, I watched the elevator door shut. The lights were on and I was still standing beside the bag like before. I quickly checked time and it seems like barely any seconds had passed.
Did I hallucinate or what?
"Of course I zoned out," I slapped my forehead. It has been a difficult time for me. I wasn’t able to hold food down either. After that night, I would get such weird hallucinations and nightmares. I stared at the 10th floor button and then fixed my posture.
The elevator was unlike anything I had ever seen. It felt as though I had stepped into a world of fantasy. The subtle blue and gray tones, combined with the intricate carvings on the walls and the ornate frames of the mirror inside, were breathtaking.
Every passing moment in this place reminded me that everything I had endured to be a part of this academy was worth it. Every minute of torment and sacrifice had finally paid off.
As the elevator ascended, I felt the weight of the bag Emmet had given me. It was heavier than I expected, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he had packed inside. I was excited, to be honest. No one had ever given me a gift before, and knowing Emmet, I was sure it would be something thoughtful—something I would use every day.
The elevator doors opened, and I stepped into a hallway that left me awestruck. The layout was simple but stunning. Rooms were positioned opposite each other in pairs, followed by an open stretch of hallway with tall windows on either side. This pattern repeated until the very end of the corridor, where a single room stood alone, its door framed by elegance.
The hallway itself was a masterpiece. The arched windows were almost ceiling-high. Each window was set between delicate columns that supported the arches above, casting soft reflections on the smooth marble floor in muted shades of gray and lavender. Warm light from chandeliers and wall sconces complemented the daylight, giving the hall a serene and welcoming glow.
Under one of the windows, a wooden bench with a teal cushion sat, with a small plant on the side. At the far end of the hallway, double doors of a single and last too caught my eye. My heart skipped a beat as I realized that the room at the end of the hall—Room R-56—is the room I will be sharing with two strangers.
The door was flanked by two lamps that matched the ambiance of the hostel perfectly. Yet, as I climbed higher through the building, I noticed it growing colder. The open windows likely allowed the wind to sweep through, carrying a crisp chill from floor to floor.