10:18 pm

There was a girl in front of room 107's door. A revolver in her right hand. Guessing, she's in her early 20's. I glimpsed at her for a second and as soon as I saw her gun, I got away and hid by the stairs. Her every muscles were tense and she just stood there under a murky light, somehow lost in non-existent thoughts. There's something inexistent too on her face, not despair, but simply, absolutely, devoid of being. Her entire being negates itself and tends to nothingness. The murky light oscillates on her nothingness.

I can't leave Aurora in the next room.