Throughout the day, the weather remained unusually calm, creating an unsettling quietness that loomed over the mansion like a dark cloud. As evening approached, the skies became dark and threatening, with the air feeling heavy and filled with the anticipation of a storm.
Thersia sat by the big window in the living room, observing the initial raindrops hitting the glass. She had a strong dislike for storms, as they reminded her of feelings of fear and vulnerability from her past. As the wind started to howl outside, she hugged herself tightly, attempting to calm the growing feeling of panic. Luka walked in, his face showing no emotion. He observed her stiff stance and the anxious glances she kept giving to the window.
Silently, he approached and shut the thick curtains, hiding the s
