Evaline:
"Sorry-" I started to say, but the words barely left my lips before the person was already moving past .
He was tall, dressed in dark clothes with a cap pulled low over his head and a black mask covering the lower half of his face. The only thing visible was his eyes. They were a piercing icy-blue, sharp and cold as they t mine for a fleeting second before he turned away.
Sothing about him made my instincts stir. But before I could even react, he was gone, disappearing down the path without another word.
Strange.
That’s what I felt as I stared after him. I couldn’t tell exactly why I felt this way about him just by bumping into him, but sothing just didn’t set right with about him.
Shaking my head, I turned my attention away from the guy. It didn’t matter. I had more important things to focus on right now.
Gripping my suitcase, I continued toward my assigned cottage, following the path the guard had ntioned. The night air was still and quiet, and the only sound was coming from the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze.
When I finally reached Cottage Thirteen, I stopped outside its entrance, hesitating. The house was filled with mostly darkness and there was no sound coming from inside, making it obvious that people inside were already asleep.
I took a mont or two before finally stepping inside.
The interior was simple, dark, but cozy. The common area had a few chairs and a small wooden table. There was also a lantern hanging from the ceiling, but it was switched off at the mont. There were four doors, each leading to a bedroom.
A quick glance around told that three rooms were marked occupied, but the fourth one had one empty bed. The bedroom doors had these markings to make things simple. Making sure not to make too much sound, I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The room had two single beds, one on each side, with a small wooden dresser in between. There was a window on the far wall, though the curtains were drawn.
The other bed was already occupied, but not by a person. Soone’s belongings were neatly stacked next to it, including a suitcase and a few folded clothes on the dresser.
But there was no sign of the other occupant.
I exhaled and set my suitcase and bag down next to my bed. Maybe my roommate was out sowhere. Maybe they were already asleep in another part of the cottage. Either way, I wasn’t going to dwell on it.
I took off my boots and sat on the bed, running a hand through my hair. It had been a long, exhausting night. And for the first ti in what felt like forever, I had a real bed to sleep in.
Lying down, I pulled the blanket over myself, allowing my body to finally relax. I was both excited and anxious about the coming day.
- - -
When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was that I was still alone in the room. The other bed was still empty, and there was no sign that anyone had returned during the night.
Stretching, I got up and grabbed so fresh clothes before heading to the common showers. The water was ice-cold at first, making shiver, but soon, it ward up, allowing to enjoy the rare luxury of a real shower.
I scrubbed my skin and hair clean, washing away the dirt, exhaustion, and the lingering mories of the past two months. By the ti I stepped out, wrapped in a towel, I felt fresher than I had in months.
I changed into simple black trousers and a long-sleeved gray top. Since my hair was still pretty much damp, I left them loose and put on my shoes.
Even though my hair and eye color had been changed, I still decided to wear the mask to cover the lower half of my face, and only then did I stepped out of the changing room.
By now, more people had woken up, making the once-quiet clearing to buzz with voices and movent, making the place livelier.
I made my way toward the dining area, following the scent of food. My stomach had started growling in anticipation, reminding that I hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday.
And as I walked, I accidentally bumped into soone... again.
But this ti, it wasn’t a quiet, masked stranger. Instead, it was a girl... a beautiful one. She had srizing blue eyes and her blonde hair was cut short, not even reaching her shoulder.
I also noticed how the roots of her hair were actually black, making realize that her hair wasn’t originally blonde, but she had colored them.
She looked up at with a wide, friendly smile. "Oh! Sorry about that! I wasn’t looking where I was going," she said, laughing a little.
I took a step back, feelinb unsure about how to respond. "It’s fine."
Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she took in my masked face. "You are new, aren’t you? Well, I guess we are all new here, technically." She giggled. "I’m Mallory, Mallory Campbell, by the way! And you are...?"
I hesitated for a second before replying, "Evaline."
"Evaline," she repeated as if testing how my na sounded. "Nice to et you! You can call Mallo. Or Lory. Or even Allo, though only my brother calls that."
She was talking really fast and with a lot of energy. Her words were bouncing in the air like an excited puppy and I had no idea how to respond to soone like her.
Instead of waiting for to answer, she linked her arm with mine as if we had been best friends for years.
"Co on! Let’s get food before the good stuff is gone," she said, dragging toward the dining area.
I blinked, completely unsure of what just happened.
Had I just... made a friend?
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