- OWEN -
I hum a tune. A familiar one my mother used to sing. Something original and passed down for generations till it got to me according to her.
It’s calming yet there’s something violent and murderous about it that makes it so thrilling. I guess that’s the kind of tune that’ll be catchy for me, my very own lullaby.
I walk around my room enjoying the breeze blowing in through the large, open windows. It’s a window as large as a double door. It somewhat leads to the balcony, but if someone wants to be safer, using an actual door which leads to the balcony will do. At least, it’ll help against having to walk through the pillars and wall edges when using the window.