I left for the stairs that led me to a large hallway. I recognized the room paul tortured me in, I felt like I really needed to avenge the injustice done to me. I opened it and darted my eyes around. I picked a steel bat and swirled it around playfully, I'm so going to enjoy this.
The hallway was deserted, everyone was at the top most floor for the event so I wasn't noticed by anyone. I whistled as my nose led me to the kitchen area, roasted meat, so alluring. My stomach grumbled as if supporting my thoughts. Just how long had I stayed hungry?
Over eighteen or so thoughts hit me when I stood by the kitchen's door. I racked my brain on the best way to enter without being noticed but I found none. I was bound to be found anyway so I did what I did best, carelessly run into the crocodile's
