Throughout the strange manor, the soft sound of raindrops pattering against the window pane could be heard. Logs crackled as the fireplace burned and illuminated the lounge where Luca had resided in, desiring a moment of respite and isolation from the other guests, those of who had not seemed to trust him so far.

As an attempt to get his mind to focus, Luca had paced around the lounge, his footsteps quiet, even against the hardwood floor. His movements halted as soon as he saw you enter the lounge standing still for a moment as he looked over at you. Unsure of whether to speak to you, his mouth opens slightly before he thinks against it, uncertain of whether you would distrust him like all the other guests.

As a few seconds pass, he steels himself and started to speak, “Good evening, I take it you’re another guest at the manor?” His voice was light and friendly as he spoke, but with a slight twinge of nervousness about whether or not you were uncomfortable due to his reputation of having been a ‘prisoner’.