[center][colour=SkyBlue][h1]Mayuri Nakasone[/h1]

Room 7 - Mayuri's Room[/colour][/center]

There was something highly, highly wrong with this situation. There was something deeply rooted in this place, this event, that simply radiated malice. There was something cold and uncaring, a bloodcurdling and stomach turning presence, omnipotent and overarching that seemed to seep out of every word spoken and every dark corner of every room.

This place, this hotel, this hospital, this facility... It was evil. There was nothing else to say about it. This establishment was coloured black, purple. It held nothing in its heart besides a cruel evil and a search for knowledge. Was that was this was? Some kind search for knowledge? Was there something special about people like Mayuri, and this white haired girl?

[b]"Hello, Mayuri. I'm Amara but everyone calls m-"[/b] whatever the girl planned to say was cut off abruptly by a loud, sharp coughing fit. The sudden sound caused Mayuri to recoil, flinch backwards, close her eyes and block out the sound. That never worked though... She found that out a long time ago, but even still that was her go-to defence method against things she did not want to hear. Cruel words, shouting... They didn't go away when they were ignored.

[b]"I'm sorry about that,"[/b] her cough was done, and Mayuri looked back at her, slightly teary-eyed, [b]"My throats a little hoarse but, um, I'm Mara."[/b] oh, she had a nickname? Mara... That was just Amara shortened, right? Why didn't people just call her Amara? But then again, that was like asking why people called her Mayu. There wasn't an answer. Not really.

[colour=SkyBlue]"I-it's... F-fine..."[/colour] her voice was a continued wave of high pitched, unsteady sound. You could feel the anxiety flowing from her throat, from her lungs, making the very atoms around her anxious as well. 

[b]"I don't know where we are...I'm sorry."[/b] So... Did that mean no one knew? How many people were there? 12? Were there 12? That seemed a bit many, but then again it seemed like too few. Mayuri's face sunk slightly at the notion that perhaps nobody knew where they were... Was there even a way out, a way home? Everything was just becoming even bleaker...

Was this room black too? It didn't feel like it. Amara didn't look black either, but there was no telling. Black spread into everything eventually, corrupted and malformed it beyond recognition. Mayuri wasn't black either, but who knew... She was one of the most susceptible to becoming black. Becoming evil. That gullible personality, that naive smile. Did she truly know anything of the world? The hardships, the torment, the joy..? Would she ever even find out?

[b]"Sorry, I- I didn't mean to barge in here. I forgot what room I came out of and then there... Um, there are others in the hall and shouting. Anyway, I'm sorry."[/b] yes, she heard the others. They all sounded panicked as well, even the Russians, [b]"Um, would you mind if I get some water from your sink?"[/b]

[colour=SkyBlue]"D-don't... W-worry about it... U-um, y-yeah, you can g-get some water...[/colour] she stood to the side a little, letting the girl go straight ahead. The door was already open, so the bathroom was on full display. Mayuri looked at her sheepishly, avoiding eye contact and instead training on her mouth, or the wall whenever Mara looked at her. 

She plopped herself onto the bed, looking away and adjusting her jacket. It was amazing she had managed to stay under the covers as long as she did considering how warm the jacket could get. Though, Mayu did tend to get quite cold, even if it was warm. The jacket helped in that regard, but also in the cute side, not that she needed help in that, but having a hooded jacket with cat ears just made her even more adorable.

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