Eight

Marina's POV

II remained in the room. My asshole of a friend had abandoned me. I got to my feet and looked around because I had nothing else to do.

The room appeared to belong to a friend, and if the stench was any indication, it was his room. I could only make out the shades of grey and black. The color was not at all his thing.

His place was so gloomy like it lacked any personal touches. Just a few touches of paintings were added after he had everything he required.

Even though this room may have seemed gloomy, it was nothing compared to how sad my "chamber" actually was. It was the most luxurious room I've ever had the pleasure of inhabiting that didn't require cleaning.

When I heard a voice say,

"Hello," I turned to face the entryway. It wasn't until now that I noticed someone had entered the room.

A girl with dark curly hair and caramel skin was standing in the doorway. She was probably 5'4" tall. She had pouty lips, a straight nose, and honey-brown eyes. She was l