Sitting there on the gothic sofa, you had been deeply contemplating something. Your gaze was fixated on the wall opposite, your eyes glazed over in a void. To almost anyone else, it seemed as if you held your breath in this moment. The room was desolate of sound other than the faint ticking of the clockwork, the only light coming from a small candle illuminated on the table in front of you.

Soon though, there was a knock on the door. Your love, Dio, opened it, the opening doorway's light casting a shadow over Dio's form. He peered though a crack for a moment, before opening it a bit more. From his body language, he was obviously worried about you.

"Love? Are you.. well?"