Ayanokoji White Room Novels & Stories

I wrapped a blanket carefully. I peeked out the window and noticed that it was still dark. I rolled my eyes around the room and I wasn't sure if it was a hotel or a resort. The concept of the room is Japanese style and only dim light is open. There are also no appliances around other than the aircon. The door opened and the masked man entered then approached me.

They’ve reached the ninth floor already. They find themselves in a warm-impressed room. A light yellow wall, colorful piled floor, and big windows gone through by that blue Lune illumination, yet the room isn’t illuminated by that blue illumination. The room is like illuminated by LED ones like in a department store. The windows might have been enchanted that any light that goes through it will be converted into a white one that they illuminate the room with white light.

As we entered Ren's atelier, the room fell silent. The atmosphere was charged with awe and anticipation. All eyes were drawn to the center of the room, where the masterpiece of Ren's latest collection stood on display. The dress, with its sky-blue hue and intricate lacework, seemed to emanate an otherworldly aura. There was a collective gasp as we took in the sight. Even Richard and Cain, who were not typically prone to speechlessness, were momentarily at a loss for words. The beauty of Ren's creation had captured everyone's attention, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

“How do you do?” “Oh,” she chuckled, “you’re rather lovely and so respectful. Come, I’d like to escort you to your room.” “Of course.” I gave her a soft smile and followed. Lyra and the camera woman followed with, and we soon found ourselves in a lovely quaint room with dark wooden floors and warm lighting. The walls were off-white and decorated with tapestries that looked so carefully crafted that I didn’t dare touch them. “Your stylists will be here shortly.” The Japanese woman said. “There’s refreshments on the table behind the dividers. Do help yourselves.”

He went to his couch and Theia followed, leaving me alone to face Mei Raito without any ready pitch or presentation. I stepped out. Their butler led me the way and said Mrs. Raito was waiting. As the double door opened, I took off my heels and stepped inside. The receiving room could fit two rooms combined. The interior was traditionally decorated as a Japanese home with a Tamami mat floor, Chabudai, and Zaisu. “Oba Mei.” I bowed my head. “Come in, my dear.” She gestured for me to join her at the table.

“She’d be floating horizontally towards you. The eyes were bulging, the hands reaching and the legs kicking nothing but empty air. In the exact manner the female student had died, the Ayakashi was trying desperately to surface but she was anchored down by rocks. This made perfect sense, according to those know-it-all purveyors of the lore, because the yokai (ghost) was supposed to exist in a realm between water and air. “As you can imagine, no Wani student would dare an encounter with the Ayakashi, who had staked out the girls’ bathroom on the fourth floor of the coed dorm. Students from far-off towns and villages lived in the dorm while the others including me would sometimes stay overnight

Before he unlocked it, he looked back. “Remember, Lena. You asked to see.” The key turned. The door opened. White light spilled into the corridor. I stepped inside. And stopped breathing. The room was white. Not metaphorically. Not just stone and cloth. White marble walls. White floors. White curtains drawn across narrow windows. White candles in silver holders. White bowls on a white table. White cloth folded with ceremonial precision. And in the center of the room stood a silver chair. Not a throne. Not exactly.

The room’s size was probably twice the ordinary size of 3x3 room. There was a square table on one side of the room where teacups and teapots were put and a bench of snacks near the wall across from the door. This was a Japanese styled home, so the tables had short feet to accommodate the sitting norm. There was also a weird white blanket that looked fluffy as a cloud a few feet to the right of the door and there were three creatures playing on top of it, namely Shoru, Rita, and what seemed like a big sized red dragonfly with unique wings.

Geremia said ambiguously, making Olivia furrow her brow. 'What problem could arise at the hospital?' Olivia wondered. But she didn't say anything directly to Geremia. The car entered the hospital parking lot. With quick steps—forcing Olivia to follow with half a run—Geremia headed for the elevator. He pressed the button for the floor where the 'White Room' was located. The White Room was the designation for a special room built and intended exclusively for members of the Quirino family.

Well, there are overnight rooms on the third to fifth floor while the second floor is a place where people get their food while they are inside. (Ps. I don’t know if this is a legit place, but I just saw in Anime’s that there are things like this and thought it would be fun for Zane and Nicholas to adventure.) “こんにちはミス、一晩の個室はいくらですか？” (Kon'nichiw* misu, hitoban no koshitsu w* ikura desu ka?) (Hello Miss, how much is a private room for a night?)