AUTHORS POV

The bar had long closed and it for unknown reasons it closed early that day.

Silence crept through the corridors like airy smoke, thick and stifling. It was uncanny. There were usually chatters but who cares?

Tessa was alone in her room, knees drawn to her chest on the thin mattress, the single lightbulb above casting a faint glow.

All she wanted to do was have a moment of silence and her thoughts to herself.

The hours ticked by in anxious breaths, every shadow stretching too far, every creak of the wooden floor making her pulse spike.

It was one thing to exist under ferdinand’s roof and it’s...