I've been locked up inside my room for a few days now. I didn't go outside, and Poppy didn't come to see me. I spent hours staring at the ceiling, lost in thoughts and fears. The walls felt like they were closing in on me, and I couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped. After sulking for a few days, I decided to let go of my anger and just reason with Poppy so he'd let me go back. If I don't go back sooner, how will I find out the truth?
I finally mustered the courage to leave my room. The hallway was eerily quiet, and I felt a strange mix of anticipation and dread as I stepped out. Where are my friends? I looked around and didn't see anyone. The people I saw were busy, their faces set in grim determination as they hurried about their tasks. I walked around aimlessly for a while, hoping to run into someone I knew. The halls seemed endless, each turn leading to another stretch of emptiness.
