Fourteen

Zyrielle's POV.

Only a few things managed to catch my attention, but as things stood right now. I think one of the greatest ways to determine one should never say never.

I walked slowly, trying to stretch my legs not trying to kill myself. "What is that place?" I asked her when we passed a room that was shut with a small tape in front of it. This wasn't an I'm saying where they would tell civilians to keep away from.

Freya only nodded, staring at me, but I think she had other things running through her mind because that couldn't be just an ordinary stare.

"Is there anything else you want to show me?" I asked her to be sure that she wasn't leading me to my death. Well, that was an exaggeration though.

She turned towards me and shook her head. "This is just the room where Mr Rain stores all his paintings." She explained and I was a bit curious to see the paintings he had stored away inside his room. Was he a painter? I wondered. He didn't look like one but who was I to determine wha