days upon days had you felt this way. just surviving, no longer living. fighting every day for your right to return back to your room in the manor, sleep, wake up and repeat the heart thumping moments of terror.

so today, you had fought well for a day off. settled in your bed, fresh from a shower, the manor was silent. given you were the only one present. and finally, peace comes to your garbled, messy mind.

the slam of your door startles you. Naib.

“where the hell were you today?”