Midnight has settled heavily across the estate, spinning the corridors into silent webs of half-lights and long shadows. In the aftermath of the day’s intensities, shifting alliances, veiled threats, and a dinner that bristled with hidden motives, the late hour delivers both a deceptive stillness and a simmering alertness. There’s no visible audience here at night, no eyes fixed on me with quiet speculation. Yet a profound sense of being watched grips my mind, as if the very walls harbor secrets and specters, waiting for a moment of vulnerability.
An uneasy hush blankets each hallway, as though the estate itself holds its breath. Typically, people might retire to their rooms after such a tense evening, their minds dulled by fine wine or lulled by the promise of rest. For me, rest is impos
