You sit at the bay window of your gray room, leaning against the window blankly staring at the snow. You weren't looking for anything in particular, not that there was much to see. The desolate yet opulent estate was tucked away in the back country, in the forest, all alone.

you watch the snow fall outside, the absence of sound only amplifies when you raise your leg, the clattering of the chain echoes in the room. You were briefly reminded of the ever present symbol of passion and confinement as your gaze goes back to the window.