Violet's P.O.V
I regained my composure back once I got back inside my room where my insanity was sitting on her makeshift chair and table made from the black sludge that up until now still has no name. We both tried to make names for him but he refused all of them. Also, we call it a 'he' because it answered a yes when we asked if it was a male of its species. She looked up from her paperwork and stared at me with a raised eyebrow and a slowly growing grin on her face.
I know what happened.
