Red room

Dane led the way, Maryanne followed. I trudged along from the back. After what that young man had said about Dane, I was worried he would suddenly brandish his whip and hit whatever was next to him. From the back, he did not look scary. He looked like a regular rock music-loving tall guy with lean muscles and beautiful long hair. If I didn’t know any better, I would feel like getting to know him better.

Maryanne, on the other hand seemed confident as if she was not a bit scared. I was starting to realize that Maryanne was not what I initially thought her to be. She was a not weak and whiny damsel in distress. She was a strong young woman willing to take on the world and defend herself. It appeared she was only a mess at the time because Angella, the person she loved most in the world, had been taken away from her.

In the women’s building, Dane opened a door to reveal a staircase at the foot of which was another door. Opening that door, he ushered us into the red room. The hairs on my