The floor was cold.

I didn’t realize how freezing it was until now that I was walking barefoot. I figured it would mask my footsteps as I made my way across the dimly lit corridor.

My body protested every move I made, but I pressed on, following the faint sound of footsteps echoing from the distance, assuming it was from Arlo or a guard patrolling the area.

The mansion felt different at midnight.

Guards stood at almost every corner. When they saw me approaching, they quietly spoke against their earpieces and before I could take another step, I was redirected back to my bedroom.

It seems like I am terrible...