16-Discovery

"I hear your father is working on the Cainport project." Rick said. "Is it hard work?"
"It is. He is always tired, and I don't get to see him very often, but he loves the job." I responded, taking a piece of cheese from the plate he had brought to me. I was thankful for it, seeing as I had been to engrossed in the books here to even think of food, but it was awkward to have the Mayor waiting on me.
"Did you find anything you liked?"
"I did." I said, gesturing to the manual I had on the table next to me. "The folklore around here is so interesting. I never knew about some of these stories."
He quickly had a look at the cover. "Ah, I see you found navigating this place okay if you managed to get to Biographies and back. That's quite an achievement, what with all the passages here."
"I know! I don't understand how you don't lose someone in here everyday."
He smiled, then glanced at his watch expectantly. "I''m glad to know that it can be of some use, these rooms get almost no use of late. But now, I'm afraid, I'll have to leave you again. I have a meeting with some workers about vandalism. I hope you don't mind." He stood to leave.
"Oh, not at all. I'll be fine."
I leaned back into the the wood of the chair and let my head flop to the side. Things weren't as I expected here, the conversation much more strained than the day we met. It was like he was expecting something of me and I was failing to preform. I stretched, allowing myself to look around, before letting curiousity get the better of me. I wandered towards the door he had left through, checking he was no longer in the halls before going in the opposite direction. I opened a few doors that weren't locked, gazing out the window and looking at Rick's collection of statues and vases that lined the halls. I was traveling deeper into the building when it suddenly got very dark. The lights in the hall were purposely left off and there didn't seem to be a way to change that. There was only one room, the door slightly ajar, equally dark apart from the reflective lights of a computer screen. I could vaguely see a person in there, a child. Slowly they turned to look at me.
I froze. It was impossible to tell what gender they were, but their eyes were captivating. The surreal lights played across their colourless depths, drawing you in. They would have made me shiver, if I could move. They gave me an overwhelming sense that there was something wrong with this child, something sick.
A noise behind me made their gaze shift setting me free enough to take a staggering step backwards, obscuring the view into the room. I turned to see who my rescuer was, only to see a dashed of strawberry blonde hair disappear around the corner.
"Diana?!"
I could here running footsteps so I pursued, putting space between me and the room. Eventually, I found my way back to the Library, having not caught them. I began to wonder if had even been Diana at all, and if it was, what was she doing here?

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"Sir, you expressed interest in this building?"
"Yes. What happened here?"
"We don't know, it confuses all of us. If I had to pick a description, it would be that there was an explosion here.
"Explosion!"
"Yes, except...."
"Keep going."
"Except, it was contained to only a metre outside of the centre point, which, this is going to sound mad, but it's vaguely human shaped."
"Your telling me, that someone appeared here and vaporised everything around them, then left unharmed."
"Yes Sir."
"Very well, tape up the building, find as much evidence as you need, then demolish it if you have to."
"Evidence?"
"Yes, I think I know what caused this."
"Of course Sir. You're the Mayor."