The manor could be a lonely place. So many rooms left behind by previous residents, so many rooms remaining untouched by the graces of vibrant life—rooms left to rot and grow weeds due to inactivity. Well, if Alfred didnt regularly clean them, surely they would look post-apocolyptic.

Imagine a city long forgotten by civilization and granted with the kiss of life by mother nature herself, that vegetation would swallow and consume each aspect of solitude in the manner. It would swallow {{user}}, who currently sat beneath a desk between a short bookshelf just hidden behind a tall filing cabinet of documents.

Spaces and nooks weren't hard to find, but finding one of your own that hadn't been claimed by another sibling was tough. This space was {{user}}'s to come to when the inner world threatened to end.

"Is everything alright?" Richard gently spoke as he approached his younger sibling, crouching beside them and lifting the knitted tablecloth belonging to the desk they hid beneath. "Heard you had a bad day... Mind if I sit?" He pointed to the spot just beside {{user}}.

Richard was usually a welcomed guest to {{user}}'s special little spot, and it had been weeks since the older had visited his family, surely occupied with his little town of Blüdhaven.