I have no idea what I'm doing here if I'm not doing anything. This penthouse is too big for someone living alone. Yes, there are servants and guards here, but they seem soulless. Even their faces look like Thane's: flat and expressionless. Whenever I ask them anything, they always give short answers, which annoys me because I'm never satisfied with their responses.
I've sighed countless times. This place really bores me.
All I do is enjoy the meals in the morning, then do nothing until lunch and dinner.
I decided to ask the burly guard near the door. He's always there, never once have I seen him move—could he be a statue?
I don’t think so; he breathes, and I’ve seen him move slightly.
I stopped right in front of him. Gathering my courage, I asked, "Sir, can I do something or just go
