Luna slips into the mansion’s living room, her movements cautious yet purposeful. She’s clutching a small piece of bread she snagged from the kitchen, her only way to ease her hunger. With a quick glance around, she ensures she’s alone before continuing on her way, heading towards the corridor that leads to her room.

The soft light from the lamps casts shadows across the living room as Luna navigates through, her steps light but hurried. She’s eager to retreat to the solace of her personal space, away from prying eyes and judgmental gazes.

Luna’s heart quickens as she nears the doorway, but just as she reaches out to push the door open, a sudden sound breaks the silence.

What was that? Luna thinks to herself. She stands frozen, hand hovering over the doorknob, breath caught in her throat. With dread pooling in her stomach, she slowly turns around, eyes wide with fear.