Dark Times

Caville stood before the imposing grandeur of her house, a mansion that exuded an aura of both opulence and desolation. As she entered through the heavy wooden doors, a gloomy hush enveloped her. The dim illumination of a few scattered candles, placed by servants, cast flickering shadows that danced upon the walls. These pockets of light illuminated only fragments of the cavernous dwelling, hinting at its former vibrancy, now a mere specter of its former self.

She found herself in the living room, a space adorned with six empty chairs that stood as silent witnesses to her solitude. The absence of any occupants only served to accentuate her loneliness, and she couldn't help but think that a single couch would have been more fitting for her current state of affairs.