The youths eyes sharpened returning back to its un-blurred state as his legs and posture regained its strength, he continued walking forward towards the cyclone. His agility was back however his feet swept the floor while he continued to shuffle forwards.

What in the world just happened? First of all, who were they?! Who was she?! Why did she give me this? How did she get it? What happened to them? Why do I need to run?! And why can’t I return?!? Who am I running from? Is it the same people who reinforced the door? Could it have been a new comer? Where were all those people heading and what were their intentions? Is it all because of the Swallow? Theres just too many questions, it’s left me more befuddled than before. I didn’t want any of this… This wasn’t apart of my plan. I just wanted to live a quiet life! Now I feel obligated to solve this damn puzzle… The one thing I know for sure is that this chain has its own will. I can feel it. I’m sure that it kept those people in a frozen state to warn people, but how could it have known whoever walked in first had good intentions? Could the necklace foresee their deaths and predicted my entrance into the door? Or was it pure luck, and I just happened to reach there before whomever was supposed to be there next? Who was the original owner, because last I heard this isn’t even supposed to be real! This chain was no more than a mere rumour, baseless stories that circulated. That women was not strong enough to withstand the power, she must have been barely alive so it used her to communicate to me. Maybe Zad and his clients have some info on these strange events, but thats still a stretch. Either way I wouldn’t want to tell him or his clients about any of these events. Whatever the answers are, shit just got real, to be honest with myself… I don’t have time to think about it this. As selfish as it sounds this is my life. I must keep living. Besides, I have an exam to take… Its best that what happened today I’ll keep to myself, but I’ll discreetly look into it when I have the chance…

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The young adult was certain that stranger things had been occurring; todays events confirmed that his life just got twisted upside down. Surely he’d like to take a look and just stand right there, however he needed to move on towards the cyclone corrupting the air.

Hold on a minute though, am I gonna act like I didn’t just get an I-co-sa-he-dron chain! Like, yo! I just go a chain! A rare one at that! I wonder how it works? There was a book I saw in the hidden abode in the library, but man it's going to be hard to sneak through and get it!I’ll need some help… Similarly enough this is the first time I've seen the door collapse like that, it’ll be the last time I come to 7c… This is why you can’t have good things in this area… People will snatch anything nice right out of your hands.

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~WWWWWHHHIRRRRRRRRRRRLL~

The room cubed in size patterned delicate arabesque etchings along the alabaster walls, dispersions of light bloomed through the cracks reflecting hues of sequential patterns across the ground. The walls etchings cascaded, moving in motion flowing to the beat of the cyclone. The ground flourished ruby blades of lush red grass soft to the touch, no windows were in sight however the ceiling misted black with speckles of doradus.

“It’s been so long since I was last here.” Spoke the young man to himself as he came to a stance.

Sometimes it’s hard to believe how different the outside is compared to the inside… You’d never believe such beauty was ever here if you consider we’re still in the same abandoned building. The juxtaposition in unreal…

The ceiling mist began to contort, deforming to a translucent semi-pentakis dodecahedron net, Inside the net shapes emerged through as the previously black fog undertook new forms and colours. Gilded sparks of lights thundered within the opaque clouds to reveal silhouettes, the young man looked up towards the ceiling as the white fog burst through the sky terrarium.

“I don’t miss this part…” Spoke the young man.

The silhouettes that formed within revealed several arms clambering out the net, sections of body parts began to materialise revealing featureless faces as multiple white silhouettes thrusted from the clouds flailing their arms. Deafening screams of various tones filled the small cubed room. The screeches intensified into piercing wails, the youth winced from the sharp pain he felt from the silhouettes cries. Hundreds of silhouettes flung themselves into the net clawing their hands through the spacings in a panic, their pale bodies bruised against themselves as they continued to erupt from the clouds. The ruby blades of lush red grass shifted back and forth motioning as if a breeze had choreographed their movement; the youth looked down in surprise, but within a blink of a eye the cubed room was now a garden of rouge.