Ib walked with Ciel for a long while, listening to the echo’s with a little ease. She was kind of used to silence, for it was something she had to deal with in her everyday life, but it felt awkward with Ciel, for some reason. Like she was supposed to maybe offer conversation to him, but that was impossible, due to her shyness. If it wasn’t she’d be bombarding him with questions.
As they went further through the darkness, she did notice the light as the boy beside her did. It was indeed a door. She nodded as he opened it and followed him inside, though she kept a little distance when he did, for some reason, because she felt suddenly scared. It was a feeling she felt a lot, and didn’t understand why sometimes, but something like that bit at her rapidly with new places and people, like trusting them would give her another rerun of her life in a murderous position, like it has been before.
Ciel let go of the door handle and let it swing open. The room was quiet, so he stepped inside to get a better look. From the looks of it, it was only a table with a candle placed on it, and a piece of paper. The rest of the room was very dark - too dark to tell what was around it. The bluenette moved forward, to swipe the paper off of the table. The candle was burning a small, calm light. The fire was barely flickering, like the air in this place was still and calm. The words on the paper were quickly written, and there were smudges all over the paper. Ciel struggled to read in the dim light, but said aloud:
Stuck in a corner;
Just a loner;
Fairest at the ball;
Golden locks and all.
Ciel’s brow quirked as he reread the paper to himself. “What?” That didn’t make much sense. Was there a woman in here too? Did she write this? Ciel put his hands in front of him and walked into the darkness. The dim light didn’t carry that far, and the room was a lot bigger than it let off. Though the light dimmed away leaving the both of them in darkness. The only light was outside, but even the door shut closed. Ciel went into a panic, knowing they weren’t alone any longer. The paper in his hand was crumbled into a tight ball in his palm, and his heart started to pound. “Ib?” he called, wondering where the child could be. It was amazing how powerless humans are in darkness. When the light returned, it was in a different place. Not a candle, but above them on a chandelier. The both of them were unharmed, but the scenery looked very different. There was a table - a buffet table - with no food in it. Around the area were more paintings, these a lot more detailed then the ones outside. “.. Bloody hell."
