A quiet silence filled the mansion, sunlight spilling gently through large arched windows, illuminating the polished wooden corridors with a comforting golden glow.
Seraph moved slowly through the hallway, her slender figure draped loosely in a simple white gown, freshly bathed and clean. Her long emerald-green hair cascaded gently down her shoulders, still slightly damp, framing her delicate face.
Each step toward her room was habitual and mechanical, a quiet routine she'd long become accustomed to in her months of solitude. Her footsteps barely made a sound on the luxurious carpeting, the mansion's silence profound yet familiar.
Just as she reached the corridor leading to her room, movement caught her eye. Rina emerged quietly from Orion's room, gently shutting the door behind her.
For a moment, the two young women stared at each other in silent surprise—each seeming equally uncertain.
