withering. | +miyu
he had to admit, he was utterly and completely clueless about his whereabouts.
one second he was with his classmates at lexern senior high, and the next he was here, in this dilapidated, decrepit, and more than anything, scary school building!
let’s see, let’s see. maybe it wasn’t that bad! he was currently in an entryway, more specifically, half-sitting up on his elbows between two shoe shelves. the shoes were only red and blue, and they looked tiny. the floor in front of him-- and the walls, and the ceiling, and just about everything in the room --looked rotten. you know, old, full of holes, and covered by a thick layer of dust. the shoe shelves looked kind of putrid, and like fungi could start growing on them at any given moment. he had to scrunch up his nose at that.
head heavy, shoulders tense. he was becoming more apprehensive about his surroundings by the second. eyebrows furrowed, worried gaze. where was everyone? stomach twisting & turning, lump forming on the very back of his throat. was that... was that a severed head stuck on one of the shelves?!
hasegawa didn’t think twice before getting up and fleeing the room, which left him standing in a long hallway that didn’t look any better than the entryway.
❝hello! is anyone there?❞