Room 101.
No one really knew who started calling it that, but anyone familiar with the place called it by that name.
A bare room with nothing but a desk—not even a clock for decoration. Inside, an old man pulled out an inkwell and a quill pen.
Carefully, he dipped the quill into the ink and began to write across the parchment laid out on the desk.
Scratch, scratch—
Elegant hand movements. Classical penmanship.
In a world ruled by smartphones and keyboards, the letters born from the old ways were beautiful.
