Veronique found herself standing in some corridor, the floor was made with square tiles of a light gray leading towards a earthy tint, a small skirting board made of the same material of the tiles but slightly darker, which gave away to a white wall but it wasn’t a simple plain wall, the top part of it was decorated with cubic square glass bricks.

  Four by six glass bricks were put together in a single section, then there was a gap before another equal section followed by one more for a total of three.

  They had a border of dark gray paint making them pop out from the white wall.

  Such decoration was then broken by a the presence of a door, the frame highlighted by the same gray paint.

  The door was a strong yellow, it was a technicality a double door but it was the kind which one side was a third of the length of the normal sized one, the handle was basically a square black block but was too suspiciously looking like a piece of plastic and on the bottom of the door there seemed to be the built in space to put a vent but covered by a similar black piece

  “This shit is too modern” Veronique pointed out aloud then looked up and indeed she found herself looking at a classic false ceiling and as if to prove her point even more there was a ceiling lamp right there.

  The kind that goes by electricity.

  ‘Why does this place make me feel so…odd?’ she thought a strange mixture of familiarity and dread, along with a strange urge to burn everything to ground, yet those emotions felt odd as if they were an echo of the real thing and the real scope of them was hidden from her.

  The redhead frowned looking ahead where those doors seemed to go on forever on her right, the corridor twisted and forked out of her sight.

  She turned the other way and found the same scenario, and alarmingly one of the walls not too far away from her was cracked.

  Five parallel deep cracks.

  “Oh you must have accidentally slipped back when they went out” a voice suddenly resonated all around her making her jump out of fright.

  “Who is there?!” Veronique looked all around trying to find the source but there was nothing she could see

  “Don’t worry it shouldn’t last long” it was hollow and detached as if it was trying to mimic feelings but couldn’t, then the redhead’s eye fell on shape by peached on the small ledge in a nearby door frame

  “A bird?” she slowly said, not really knowing what kind of bird it was, only that it didn’t have a completely unfamiliar shape but she couldn’t quite place where she had seen it.

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  It had a dark brown plumage with a white spot under the neck, its wings were folded so she couldn’t have a good look at them and from this angle she couldn’t see its lower body.

  “not that can’t be it” Veronique discarded the idea that the bird could be the owner of that voice, at which said bird just tilted their head, just then the echo of a clattering could be heard coming from far away.

  A word was being repeated over and over again, the redhead stayed on the spot trying to understand what was being said

  “Knight?” she wondered out aloud as she did, then paled as the clattering had got louder and the one making such racket had turned a corner and entered into her line of sight, stopping and looking in her direction with glowing blue eyes.

  A massive white armor with a long red cape wrapped around its neck area like a scarf, she couldn’t make out the details because it was still too far away, but it was tall enough to reach brush the ceiling with its helmet.

  “KNITTO! KNITTO! KNITTO!” then all of sudden it started yelling out that word over and over again as it walked in her direction

  “I see he started wandering out again” it was that voice again

  “What is that thing!?” Veronique was too concerned about her personal safety to pay it any mind then as she saw it quickly coming her way she started running in the opposite direction

  “KNITTO! KNITTO! KNITTO!”

  The corridor seemed to wrap around her to make sure those doors would always appear to her right no matter where she turned, it was utterly disorienting and she didn’t know where she was going, only that she needed to get away.

  Veronique made the wrong call of looking back as she had heard the clattering growing in volume and to her horror the white knight was right behind her.

  It was clearly chasing her.

  She ran faster while yelling out of fright.

  Infirmary

  “Miss Hawkings there is nothing to worry about, it’s just a minor nosebleed” an old bald man with with a gray pointy beard shaved to the sides in a plain brown suit had reassured the woman as she looked over the unconscious body of Lady Veronique resting on the infirmary bed.

  “A minor nosebleed! She passed out!” Miss Hawkings protested waving her hand towards the knocked out redhead.

  “That might be because you got here so fast” the man made a guess earning a deadly glare from Miss Hawkings as if he had just suggested she had committed a deadly sin

  “Is Doctor Franklin trying to insinuate it’s my fault for promptly getting Lady Veronique to first aid?!” she dared him to repeat that at which the Doctor simply raised his hands in a calming motion

  “Well, Lady Veronique already got an head injury in the past year” he changed his theory bringing up a past event that in all honesty shouldn’t really still affect the girl “maybe she’s still suffering to it” still where was the harm if such white lie would calm the woman down

  “Excuse me? When did that happen?” Miss Hawkings really wanted to know, changing the subject and growing at tad calmer but determined to get to the bottom of this.

  The man paled as he didn’t anticipate such information to be of interest.

  Their discussion was interrupted as Lady Veronique sprang into a sitting position with a yell, breathing heavily and with one hand over her chest looking terrified.

  “Lady Veronique! Are you alright!?” Miss Hawkings had asked, at that the redhead jumped to her feet and looked around and let out a sigh of relief as she looked at her surroundings

  “oh it was just a nightmare” she said relieved only to feel a shadow over her

  “Don’t ever scare me like that young Lady!” Miss Hawkings suddenly shouted in her face, her tone full of scolding, yet there was also undeniable concern

  “O-Okay” it was all Veronique could say, she didn’t even think the older woman would care.