Throughout the day, the weather had remained strangely quiet, creating a sense of unease that lingered over the mansion. As evening approached, the sky darkened and the air became heavy with the anticipation of a storm. Thersia, seated by the expansive window in the living room, observed as the initial raindrops tapped against the glass.
Storms had always been a source of fear for her. The thunder and lightning stirred up memories of fear and helplessness from her past. Feeling the wind howl outside, she hugged herself tightly, trying to calm her growing sense of panic. Luka came into the room, his face showing no emotion.
He observed her tense body language and anxious glances towards the window. Silently, he approached and shut the thick curtains, hiding the sight of the approach
