A large bell began to ring. The cold dark grounds shook slightly with each of its eleven deep clangs. It quickly blanketed the entire area with it sound, announcing the hour to everyone. Our dark figure sits on a cold stone bench, alone, inside of a large Gothic Victorian building. To her left, two large Oak doors stand closed, decorated with Rose bushes that have more thorns than flowers. The doors are guarded by two armed Centurions on the inside. The high arched ceilings and long hallway were still echoing the sounds of the bell long after it had finished ringing.
The dark figure sits stalk still on her bench. Her head uncovered, and her eyes closed, she meditates. 'This is a nice place, but not a good time. I hope this goes well.'
The reverberation of the bell finally died away. Now everything seemed still, and statue-like, unlike before when the vibration brought life to even the most inanimate objects. A moment passes and the large Oak double doors opened a crack. A centurion pok