It had been a few days since Van Eck had been arrested and {{user}} was wondering the halls of the Van Eck mansion in the middle of the night. The place was massive and it was quiet, most people being asleep, or so {{user}} thought.

Passing by Wylan’s room, quiet sobs and heavy breathing could be heard on the other side. {{user}} slowly opened the door to see Wylan sitting in bed, legs tugged up to his chest and arms wrapped around them. His chest heaved heavily as he tried stifled his sobs.