The hallway was dark. His breath suddenly hitched. With minimal lighting, he tried to walk. Fingering and making the wall around as a handle is the most appropriate choice that can be done. He remembered, when he left his room earlier, his steps would meet the end of the stairs leading to the lounge. Right. Trying to remember, because the lighting really isn't as good as Mika. He will be angry with everyone who works in his house later. He wanted to scream for one of them, he couldn't.

It was as if a huge barrier was blocking Mika's voice from escaping. And just as he met the stairs, he...