Page 11 of The Gargoyle in the College

I open my eyes to... the ceiling of my room, which... I don’t remember heading home on my own after I apparently got smacked on the road by someone trying to take my bag.

Wait...

Does that mean whoever kidnapped me got their way?

I sit up despite the throbbing headache.

The ceiling is familiar, but it doesn’t mean I’m in the dorm room just like that.

In front of me, at the other side of the room sits...

A black guy who’s not exactly black, more like the black from bronze, like... the color of a statue. The kind of black that shines.

More importantly, he has wings... he also has pointy ears. And... he’s staring at his phone, seemingly unaware of me.

I pinch my cheeks. It hurts, so... am I not dreaming?

Maybe this is another dream about a gargoyle.

This guy looks exactly like that. The gargoyle statue coming alive.

I let out a breath. “So, you’re in my dream again.”

He looks up from his phone and grins at me. He shoves his phone into his pocket. “Except this time, it’s not a dream.”

“What? Not a dream?”

He comes over to my bed. He’s a lot taller and stronger than he looks when he’s at a distance. He waves his hand in front of me. “Not a dream.”

“Is this some kind of gargoyle prank?” Maybe this is one of my classmates. Those people love messing around, which I don’t mind most of the time. But for them to dress like a gargoyle and paint all over their body... “This is quite some effort put into this costume.”

He spreads his arms to the side, as well as his wings. “This isn’t a costume.”

I lift my brows at him. “Are you a real gargoyle?”

“Yes, I am.”

Is this a joke?

But he looks to be serious about that.

“Somehow, you look exactly like the gargoyle statue at the gate.”

“Because I’m that gargoyle.”

Now, I stare at him harder. “No way...”

I head to the window. I can see the statue’s back from here.

At the far end of the gate, there’s no gargoyle.

What the fuck...

I spin around to stare at this man, no, this gargoyle. “Geez, are you real?”

He smirks. “I’m as real as you.”

I point at the window when I have no idea where else to put my arms. “Everyone can see the statue’s missing.”

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