Scarlett
Everything was in dark tones, black with silver linings. The two things I noticed when we reached the third floor was that there were no windows and the lights were automatic, illuminating the place only when we walked by. When the elevator doors opened on the third floor and we stepped out, it was the first time I saw the walls around me were white. There was an open kitchen to my left, also in white.
“Is there a reason why everything was black until now and this is now white?” I asked as I turned to him, noticing he was looking at me with the same strange look he had given me at the hanger.
“I believe, little Scar, that there’s no grey. It’s either black or white for me.” He looked around and said, “This is for my family and what I have learned from them— the white. And all t
