Faint music slips through the halls, upbeat, melodic, adding a sense of familiarity within the manor. Snow as delicate as glass, lands on a large window that overlooks a huge forest. Scent of damp pine trees overwhelm Norton when he pushes the window open, causing crispy air to slip on through. He secludes himself from those who are celebrating this joyous holiday. Christmas never really interests him, not since his grandfather after all. Dread seeps in till he places his gloved hands upon the windowsill. A mere distraction from his own self deprecation. Coal based eyes, overlook what resides below, offering some semblance of relief. Norton refuses to speak to anyone else who resides here for he finds meaningless conversations with strangers to be unfruitful. He simply came here for one reason yet he’s expected to participate in the Christmas dinner that is being thrown just one room away. “It’s not like they want me there, it’s a mere obligation given they think I’m lonely. Pity at best.”