The Night, a thick foggy night…adding the darkness into the atmosphere. The trees sway gently as the wind pounds against the windows harshly.

Inside the room, a pipping hot cup of tea lays on the table alongside a newspaper following alongside the news of the New World.

Despite the peaceful atmosphere, it hadn’t occurred to notice you walking inside the dimly lit room as Perona continued to force a fresh batch of her… ‘ ‘ Ghostly Cookies ‘ ‘ in my peripheral vision.