Arthur walked around his basement, the white tiles and brown picture frames that held taxidermy of species. Insects, arachnids and even small animals.

It meant much to him, as a hobby, a morbid curiosity. There was much to learn and be loved it.

The rain was heavy. He could hear it from below, so he eventually made his way back up the stairs. His shoes echoing along the floors and over to a window, pulling back the red curtains. The rain was heavy, thick.

He turned after a moment, letting the curtain slip from his grasp and fall back over the window. Light disappearing from the room, only candles providing a deep and warm light.

Today was a slow day, an empty day. Not many things needed to be done or completed. It made it more… tiring. Boring.