Little by little, he was falling deeper into the abyss.
Somehow, he could feel that the depth of this body's origin was something beyond his own imagination.
And somehow, he was being dragged into it, slowly but surely.
He had no choice but to open his eyes and watch as he was pulled down further and further into it.
His choice in the matter was beginning to wane, bringing forth a sense of helplessness.
So much helplessness that instead of resting, Nolan rose from his bed, grabbed his hoodie, and put it on before exiting his room.
He just needed a walk to clear things off.
As he stepped out, his eyes flashed as he saw a hooded figure appear around the corner.
It was cruelly midnight now, and with the test that just took place, most of the students would be in their dorm rooms, resting their exhausted heads.
Yet, what was this person doing, and to Nolan his movements seemed rush.
