The demon evacuation alert echoed across K-city. I didn't pay any mind to the alarm as I took a finishing sip of my tea. I start to space out again, looking down on my hands holding the cow mug.
Isolated, I have enjoyed either way. "This house arrest isn't so bad," I thought to myself, "As long as I have a window, around the beautiful tall oak trees, I'll smile at each sunshine." A grin sneaks its way onto my lips. "For it is my Lord's smile," I whispered. My eyes squinted at its glow before I turn my head away. I rolled up my black sleeves before tucking my shirt further into my jeans. Aiming at the table, my hands grab hold of my grey binder with the thick content of papers threatening to slip out. I started humming when I got up from the rocking chair.
My partial hums and loud verses from my voice sang "When the Saints Go Marching" written by Harry Belafonte. It bounced back to my ears while I stroll through the hallway.
"A little old numbe-r! When the Saints goes marching in-in!"
My project first started as a hobby. But, after much passion, it grew into my own mission. My purpose-
My smartphone cried a little beep. I froze and checked the screen. It was the end of my break. Smiling faintly, I tucked the device back to my pocket and continue strolling. The feeling of dread slowly melts through my chest.
My arms swung mechanically as my feet walked faster. Soft thumps were heard as my fitness shoes, worn for a year, stepped against the wooden floors. Up ahead would be the end of my tunnel, the end of this world. I would say. Behind the dark door is my project I've conducted for a while now.
Reaching to the door, I gazed at the smooth wood. I took a deep breath.
"I gotta finish my homework soon."
It first began as a hobby, but after much passion...
My work became my mission.
"Ugh, why is everything so heavy?" I mumbled, holding a fist to my chest.
The demon-level alarm echoed faintly to my cottage in K-city.