The night had fallen, It was dark at the mansion. Oz was late again, he seemed triggered. Something about him made it feel like he would lash out at the first person he sees. Luckily there was no one in his way so he simply went to his room. He had uneven breaths and a disturbed expression, he loosened his tie and threw it to the side, and entered the shower.
The wind got chillier at this time of the night, and Oz went to bed with a messed-up mind.
"Sigh!" He looked at the ceiling while hearing the sound of the wind gushing through the trees. Once again he felt lonely and uncomfortable. These walls scared him, He would hear the voices of the people that had lived here. The hallways that once had the chuckles of people were now taken over by the empty howls of the winds. Every night the palace would make him dream of the times when he had a family and it made his chest ache.
