Chapter 60. Conspiring

In his dorm room of distinct lack of personality, Silas slept on his bed with his head rested on one of his hands as he stared at the ceiling in thought. He threw the small round ball in his hands in the air and caught it severally. 

Silas' room was of a uniform and somber ambiance, the walls are coated in a dreary shade of gray, imparting a sense of monotony and gloom. The furnitures were ascetic and unadorned, comprising a modest black brown unassuming desk, and a chair devoid of any embellishments.

Although the vampire's possessions are meticulously arranged, the absence of any personal touches in decorating the room were quite conspicuous. The room was poorly lit with the window pane obscured by thick curtains, which obstruct much of the natural light, rendering the room dim. 

Silas thought about the information that had been passed in class earlier about the forthcoming event that he looked on to the most. 

" Next week, the parent's evenin