I shuffled quietly to my room, awed by all my surroundings. 

I still had many questions running through my head, along with everything else going on in my life, like friend problems and romance life issues and anxieties and doubts and insecurities and.... 

I shook my head. This was not the time for any of that stuff. 

Although I had questions, I could not ask them. After all... curiosity killed the cat.

But somehow, I knew that I would figure out this mystery. One way or another, I would. Perhaps I would finally discover who this "Silent Shadow Walker" is.

Heaving a huge sigh, I flopped onto the bed and stared up at the cealing. I was tired, and the bed looked to inviting to ignore. 

"Tomorrow will be a new day. And with a new day comes new beginnings. Perhaps this is where I can start anew." 

With those thoughts in mind, I slowly drifted off to a peaceful sleep. 

I look around my room, wondering if I'll sleep well. I have lately had a problem with waking up numerous times during the night. 

I also wonder what Silent Shadow Walker's plan for this so-called "game" is. It could be a ski lodge, but unlike any I've ever seen, and I've searched deep into the abandoned threads of Pudding's Place and Inkwell many times. It could be a solo write, but strangely orcestrated. And a roleplay seems almost completely out of the question. I think, turning my attention inwards, as my mind fills with questions. 

But questions get you killed, Silent Shadow Walker says.

Perhaps it will all clear up later.

My mind darkens as I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Curiosity killed the cat, yes, but satisfaction brought it back. Perhaps I must take clue-finding into my own hands. After all, a narrator cannot always be trusted.

This house is big. Not huge. I'm not sure I could call it a mansion, but there are enough rooms for each and every one of us to have our own. Having been shown to mine, I look around. Our host said that questions will get us killed. Ironically, my first thought of response was a question--what constitutes a question? 

I leave my bag on the floor, then flop faceup on the bed. I almost immediately sit up, locate a dresser, and open the top drawer, a slight thrill running through me with Silent Shadow Walker's words.

I stayed silent, feeling unlike myself. I trailed behind the group as we walked in the small castle.

Soon enough, I wandered into my room, sat down on the edge of the bed, and almost like magic, my thoughts came to life. Finally a place to think. I don't know what I was thinking about, but it made me worried. I looked around, feeling suddenly uneasy. The picture flashed through my mind of Silent Shadow Walker's disappointment written all over their face when they saw us standing outside the large house. I lay down slowly and kept wondering what this trip would be like. My mind jumped from theory to theory, untill it was tired as well. I lay restlessly, thoughts still floating about.

And I couldn't sleep with the unsettiling feeling in my stomach like something bad was going to happen.