Kuro12neko

    A dark, petite figure shifted in the darkness, moving, footsteps landing on the ashy, burnt ground in muffled thumps. Their dark, blank, chocolate brown eyes scanned the area around them. Usually, most would stay away from this windy, broken building, that had been burnt down many, many years ago. But no, this person resided in them now. Memories to precious to leave behind were here.. Ones that were unknown to the person, who desperately wished she had them, as comfort as she roamed the ghostly, burnt halls. It had no roof, the roof burnt and now the ashes beneath the lonely figure.    With a groan, the figure slumped against the wall.