I made my way back to the dorm room. Each step felt heavier than the last, my body craving rest after the ordeal in the Phantom Chamber and the shocking events that followed. The corridors seemed to stretch endlessly, the shadows dancing eerily along the walls, illuminated sporadically by flickering torches. The muffled sounds of distant conversations and the occasional clatter of footsteps echoed through the stone hallways, creating a haunting symphony that mirrored my inner turmoil.
I finally reached my room, the familiar surroundings providing a small sense of comfort amidst the chaos. The wooden door, slightly worn from years of use, stood as a silent guardian. I pushed it open and stumbled inside, closing it behind me with a soft click. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the bedside lamp casting gentle shadows on the walls.
