The light in the kitchen was slowly fading as the sun set to the west. The only light available was that from an oil lamp, along with the small fire within your oven.

Although the silence of the cabin was soon cut short as the front door opened, sending a chill throughout the room. You watched as Arthur quickly shut it and didn’t even bother taking his jacket off. His immediate action was to walk up to you, his hand digging in his pocket until he pulled out a necklace. It laid in his palm. “I’m…sorry.”