Zackary Demitrov
I had just left my room when Alma screeched and I heard a crash. Cursing I yanked the door open. The place was a mess, I guess I wasn't getting my security check back. Fortunately none of MY stuff was wrecked; I had packed it all, but the bed was in peices, books were flung everywhere, the blanket was on the ceiling fan, 2 of the 4 blades of which were crushed on the ground, and there were claw marks on the inside of the door.
"Alma, what was that?"
"A vengeful spirit. He doesn't like being called and questioned," she answered, lazily flicking her tail in annoyance, "If we move quickly, we won't have to clean it up either, so move it Zack."
I closed the door, locked it, and walked away whistling. "This vengeful spirit got a name?"
"He did once, but it was forgotten. Now he is called Dark Pharaoh. You're going the wrong way; your leader's room is that way."
I sighed and changed course. Alma never dropped anything.

