Chapter 9: Unfamiliar Territory - Lemuel

After spending a little bit of time reflecting on my current predicament, I get up and walk across the room to the aforementioned closet and as I open the door I become still as a statue. When he said he had the closet fully stocked I thought he meant a hotel-sized closet with a few essentials, I didn’t think he bought an entire mall.

I cautiously step in, afraid somehow the gargantuan closet will swallow me whole, and slowly wander around the room. I’ve lived in apartments smaller than this. The room is all white on white with bright white lights, a large counter with draws in the centre of the room flanked by ottomans. An incredibly exquisite pearl chandelier hanging from the ceiling with hangers and draws and racks around the room filled with clothes, they even still have the tags on them. One side of the room is just a giant mirror that reflects the entire closet making it look twice as big. I can see the clothes I was wearing earlier hanging in another section of the closet appe