Tall Red Letters
Something creeps through the blackness.
Tomi, like any half-smart student of the university, has a charged flashlight in her backpack in the event that she needs to brave the tunnels, but since she made that left turn, she’s used it sparingly. Things get dark early down here. She’s not even sure it’s Tuesday anymore.
The Something shuffles around a corner. She gives it a few seconds, then tries the light.
The graffiti in the depths is creative. She’s seen poetry and murals, and at least one reference to cake. In front of her now, in tall red letters: HI TOMI.