The emotion is blackIt tastes like rotten meat that's coldIt smells like fresh blood dripping down the wallIt looks like darkness wherever you goIt sounds likes screams getting louder when you walkIt feels like someone around the corner watching you

Room 3 went to study old inventions in MOTAT, the place of inventions. First we went to the meeting spot and talked about all the things we were going to do. Then we got into groups. We all ran like