Orpheus sat at his typewriter, the soft clicks reverberating through the room. He sighed in exhaustion as the coil made a quiet ding, slotting the sheet of paper back to the middle. It was getting late and his documenting of the events at the manor weren’t exactly proving to do anything other than make him tired. He unclamped the sheet of paper, setting it down on top of the several others before stretching, a light groan escaping his lips.