Snippet #1916006

A voice gave an answer to Naomi. "Forgive me, m'lady." In the darkness, the voice was the only thing there was to go by, a physical body unseen. "That was myself you ran into. A thousand pardons."

A light flickered above them for a moment, revealing the physical character before Naomi. The form was masculine, and showed a good lining of muscle hidden by a tasteful navy-blue suit. The male was tall, but not so much as to be awkward or unattractive. A metallic mask adorned the face, hiding what may have been a flawless face or a monstrous mishap. "It would seem that you have lost your way. Come, I will show you to your friends, okay?" A hand was offered, but not in a demanding way. "My hand you do not have to take; but with fifteen floors, it may be a mistake."

The school, whether the girl took his hand or not, then stopped the solitary light, putting the immediate area back into darkness.

"I am still here,
Just follow me.
Trust what you hear,
Not what you see."