FullmetalSpotlight

The silence was stifling, and the darkness consuming as he unlocked the door and gave it a weary shove. His eyes did a cursory sweep of the room, a habit he couldn’t shake no matter how improbably the danger. Everything was as he had left it. Books and papers were piled high on his desk, an insurmountable chore he would never be finished with. The bookshelves lining the walls were neatly organized, and the seating area was undisturbed. All was as it should be. No one was here at this hour. Roy shouldn’t even be here at this hour. It was three in the morning, after all. But he couldn’t sleep, try as he might. With the lates