Ricci
Back from hell.
I walked into the mansion with a briefcase in hand and a traveling bag. The flight had been exhausting; the darkness that seemed to linger had mounted a pressure on me that I couldn't explain.
I sighed as I stepped into the house, looking over to search for Sophia. Has she been fine since I traveled? I really wanted to ask her, but I didn’t feel worthy enough to face her.
“Welcome, sir!“ I heard a jolly voice, and I looked up. Isabella greeted me, but I was too tired to respond.
I took my things off to the room and took off my shirt without a second thought as I sat at the edge of the bed, eyes glued to the mirror that showed my reflection.
But...
All I saw was darkness looming over and shadows creeping in. I feared the latter because even when I closed my eyes
