the familiar musty stench permeates his senses, as he looks around.
it really hasn't changed all that much since sixteen years ago, he thinks to himself.
his mind races through the memories he had as a thirteen-year old. here was the place he would take a bath, when the toilet at the prep school was inundated with the other boys, sometimes in the dark before the arrival of dawn. those early morning baths always had a tinge of fear laced with excitement, because of the reputation of the place. they would always be very short baths. even now, the thoughts send a slight shiver down his spine.
but he would not have it any other way.
as he turns away from his memories, he semi-seriously considers that it should be forbidden to develop kk, least of all his alma mater.