Chapter 9 - The Edifice

This might be some kind of mistake. Or a dream.

The behemoth just five meters ahead of us—the one we found unrealistic—was a dilapidated edifice stretching from one side of the woods to the other. We couldn’t see the other end as it was heavily enshrouded with coconut-looking trees—which we all agreed to call “cocohair trees”—from the windows and cracks, but memory-wise, we might know how massive it was.

The cry that we heard—and still going on—was of a fire alarm. It was still functional and noisy despite the stature of the building.

I was about to tell everyone to be cautious with it when Chevonne, again, sprinted toward the main facade, entering through the wide-open main entrance. Shards of glass littered the threshold where glass doors should have been. We followed suit to avoid losing sight of her.

The sound finally ceased. She might have turned it off already.

We tiptoed our way in awe as we entered the main gate—ironically, without the gates themselves—and proceeded through the