The house was filled with grief, darkening the bright spirits of every person that walked into the house. Changing the light atmosphere into one the was filled with sorrow and regret, topped off with anger. It was something that no one could get used to as this was a home of victory, all succeeding in everything that they did but yet this changed everything that they were known for.
Yet lately, their luck had run out, chased away by the ghosts that demanded respect and remorse. Angry that they hadn't been punished for so long, and here they were gathering in Leona's safe place. Showcasing their anger in a way that only engulfed her peace, firing up the place that she thought would forever be empty. Touching her soul that she had thought had died that very night when she had been violated.
