Rosemary's POV:
At the very center of Grimesbrook, in the midst of our skyscrapers is where the museum stands. All too conspicuous with its ancient design, it seems so out of place amongst everything else surrounding it. And yet it survives, like it has done so for over a century, looking so much more beautiful under the newly formed layer of snow topping it.
Izzy was right. Well, not exactly since it didn't start snowing on Thursday night, nor did it snow on Friday or Saturday either, but sometime early this morning.
Still, it comes very late into this year's winter…
I take the broad stairs up, passing the two perfectly symmetrical Corinthian pillars. The ones supporting the ornate concrete mass casting shade upon the entrance of the museum.
Although I am immediately stopped at the door, a young man bearing a golden brooch on his suit jacket, rushes to my side. The piece of jewelry is every bit similar to the crest Kamaria's clan wears.
