On my way to my room, I saw a cat run past me. It was a small white kitty with orange dots. The kitty looked so cute and beautiful, and it was so small, probably two months old, that I wondered where it had come from.
I ran after the kitty to catch it. It ran through the hallway disrupting everyone on the path. It stopped near the kitchen, I slowed down. With careful and soundless steps, I approached it so the kitty wouldn't get scared and run away again.
But somehow the kitty knew I was approaching him. Besides the kitchen, there was a small passage which I had never entered before, as it looked like a storage room. The kitty entered that passageway, and I also followed him there.
The kitty took a right, left and I don't know how many more turns. My eyes fixated on the kitty; I didn't know where I was going or how many turns I had taken. Before I even realised it, I was already in a huge dark room or a huge underground basement.
