Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-30202748-20170508035817/@comment-29264888-20170514031337

As Noire descended down the stairs to the second floor, any source of light was slowly plunged into darkness. It was only upon this realization that the source of light provided by the gloomy grey sky vanished, causing the eyes to dilate and adjust. Yet for some reason as she finally touched her feet to the ground of the second floor, even with the eyes of the faunus, one could not fully see through this abnormal pitch black.

One could hear the sound of roaring rain pelting against the heavily boarded windows, the wooden planks creaking slowly in adagio as the winds battered against it. To what the wood could not defend against, the lingering breeze would seep through the openings and cracks and touch whatever it could lay its hands on with its cold, sharp sting.