Coldness could be felt by the tip of any toe in the building. The fingers of the people inside the Protocol Room, the C-02 room, and all the others rooms were singing along in a symphony of the winter.
Among the freezing state of the day, along with boredom as usual, something dead stared me. It wasn't something that was strange, it was normal just alike all the others. But that person, who just came to the reception of the building and headed towards me, asked a simple yet empty qustion.
"Can I use the bathroom?", he said. Calm and nice just as any other folk who came here until today, asking the same sentence. But his eyes were dead. He wasn't looking at me, at my flesh, but his pupils were staring at my soul, as if he was searching for hell itself.
"Just go ahead and turn left." I said. He went there, all lost, and fullfilled his mission.
He's still wandering around the building, now striking the walls. Strange, yes. But not as dead as his soul.
