Daphne stayed inside the room, dropping down the pencil she was holding as she stared at her almost finished design. It had been over an hour already, and with nothing else to do but draw, Daphne was about to die from boredom.
She got up from the chair, walking out to the balcony as she looked out at the gloomy sky. It had been so long since she had actual work to do, she was almost getting used to this lazy lifestyle. But still, with nothing to do and no one to talk to, Daphne sighed as she walked back in, thinking about how long she would have to stay here alone for.
When was Lucifer going to come back?
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In the other room a few hallways down in the Black manor, the door was tightly locked as Calindra sat on her bed, the bedsheets all tossed on the ground.
"Calindra, it's me. Open the door," Cerelia pleaded, knocking on the door again.
Calindra's sobs softened slightly as she glanced at the door, still sitting on the bed.
