POV: Aurora
The shower water is as cold as I dare turn it, but I still feel like I'm boiling inside.
I rest my hands on the wall and lower my head. The noise drowns out almost everything except my rapid breathing and that strange sweet smell that I now know is mine. No one explained it to me in a manual, but I recognize it anyway.
I'm in Noir Tower. Twelfth floor. "Safe" room.
Translation: if I lose my mind, the walls belong to Dante.
I turn off the tap. I dry myself quickly and put on the shorts and loose T-shirt I brought with me. The fabric sticks to my skin.
When I come out, the room is the same. Warm light, bed, bottles of water. Only Dante is missing. But I feel him nearby. I close my eyes for a second.
I can smell him in the air, like a shadow. He's not inside, so he must be in the hallway, half a meter from my door.
I drink some water, put down the glass, and sit on the bed. The mattress is firm, better than the one in my apartment.
"Territorio Noir," I think.
