The morning sun streamed through the windows of the mansion, painting the floors with patches of golden light. 

Annabelle sat at the breakfast table, absently stirring her coffee. 

She wasn’t really hungry, and the warmth of the mug did little to chase away the cloud of restlessness that had been following her for days.  

Maria entered the room, her warm smile a welcome sight. “Good morning, Miss Annabelle. You’re looking a little… lost. Want to talk about it?”  

Annabelle hesitated, but the older woman’s kind eyes made her gave in. 

“I just feel like I’m suffocating in here, Maria. I need to get out, clear my head.”  

Maria nodded. “Then...