"Right this way Sir Jinu" The woman says as she gestures with a small bow and extending her arm towards the door at the end of this hallway we have found ourselves in. "Everything you and the Saja boys have purchased are all here. Enjoy your stay" The Receptionist adds before doing a small bow once more before walking off. She must have been someone we, or at least one of the demons in disguise talked to when we officially started becoming famous as the band. With all of that out of the way, I turn back to the door and take a deep breath. This is strangely easy for a stepping stone in this plan-
I reach for the door, resting my hand against the knob and as I press downward to unlock it, the door swings open to reveal...quite a mess actually. There were boxes everywhere and despite the clean interior, it does feel like this room was not used since the Saja boys decided to use this as a "storage place". Quite a shame now that I realize it considering the beautiful marble floors, the soft and comfortable looking couches and chairs, the fridge and pantry filled with stock and the wide view of the city from the ginormous window that floods light into the entire space; or at least what's left of the daylight as I walk towards the very same window and press my hand against the glass, focusing on the view below.
The gentle hum of the Honmoon echoes in my ears as the lines shine ever so brightly. Seeing it from this high up is definitely better than simply enjoying a small part of the barrier. It is so beautiful. Even moreso with the orange hue of the falling sun that paints the calm skies. As I shift my eyes up, I am immediately greeted by a slow moving advertising blimp. My hands drop to my sides as I am met with a sight even more beautiful than the Honmoon itself.
Her smile, soft yet fierce. Her eyes, although tough to see from where I stood, seemed to now be filled with confidence, purpose. The glow of the screen shining even more as the skies turn purple, with a dark blue or dark gradient; but as the dark fills the space, I am strangely filled with a brighter light than before. Seeing her patterns once more, seeing them even closer, albeit even from a poster, was all I needed to remind me of the spark she helped me light within myself.
However, as I continue to admire her, the shine of the screens now disappearing and all that is left is the night sky, the city below, and...me. More specifically, my reflection. I see myself but at the same time, I felt like some part of me was missing. Like the soul I had given to Rumi was calling out, like she was calling out.
Although I was unsure if that was true. Is this fire inside of me really just a selfish desire to get my soul back? Or perhaps it's a delusion that I am hoping that she was calling me back. I clutch my chest as these thoughts fog my head, one of which was the true answer to my resurrection or rebirth back into this world. Why? Or perhaps What was the reason as to why I came back, even without a soul?
Whatever these were, it won't be answered if I am just standing here pondering them. With the suite being my place of rest, I can finally start fresh for tomorrow and gather my own thoughts for a plan as to how I can get to Huntrix. I turn around with a wide smile drawn across my motivated face before it quickly shatters as I am reminded by the mountains of boxes that scatter themselves across the room.
First, I'd need to clean this up. However it does pose another question. Who bought these? I walk towards one pile of boxes to check their contents. Some apparently were merch, but some were more apparent. Sweatshirts, Weights, and some were more vanity products. From the looks of things, these were some material possessions that some of the boys bought. Although it does look like it's mostly Baby and Abby though judging from the majority of the boxes having stuff that belongs to their assigned personalities.
Speaking of the boys...With my return, could there be a possibility that they could have as well? They were more like senseless dolls by the time we were together. Demons who had lost purpose and simply wandered, but they weren't always that way. They were like me at some point in their lives but somehow surrendered to despair, becoming husks that I puppeteer for the soul harvesting.
I let out a sigh of realization. I guess if it comes to it, I'll have to keep an eye out if the other boys did come back along my quest to Rumi; but first, I need to use this night to clean up...