Closing the door behind her, she noted of how quaint it felt.  It was as the man described it, though, for such an illustrious school, Kurohime had suspected the rooms would be a bit more...welcoming.  The walls were bleached white, bare and naked, contrasting so blatant with the polished black furniture.  Perhaps it was just her room that looked like this.  After all, it didn't really matter how the room appeared to her, just as long as she could close herself off from the rest of this world she knew next to nothing about...except its cruelty.

Slipping out of her shoes and setting her katana by the door, she made her way across the plush carpet to the dresser.  There was already a CD player, silver, on top of it, along with a few CDs, most of them unmarked, more than likely a gift procured not from the white haired owner...but perchance...[i]another[/i] white haired man.  [i][color=ed1c24]Hmm...how nice of Master.[/color][/i]

  Kurohime picked one from the bunch and set it in the small radio, pressing play then lying on her bed facing towards the window.  The CD began to play as she shut her eyes, the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=udcWx9Ajcxg]melody[/url], soft, beautiful, but quite melancholic.  And as the music played, her shadows enveloped her like a thick cloud of translucent smoke, till she too blended in with the black of the room, nothing more than an infinite sea....of darkness.