Inside one of the darkest chambers in the Viscarrian building, a certain chamber was left to dwell in it's usual darkness, with nothing visible and one could easily be blinded by the unfathomable darkness of the room if not for the opposite side door that was left slightly ajar, allowing the silvery-white moonlight to penetrate in and behind that door was were a certain glacier remained seated.
Tossing a dice up in the air and catching it in his palm, Roshan was sitting at the edge of the varenda, staring into space like he could see what lies ahead of him, absentmindedly tossing the small dice in the air and catching it once again.
The wind fluttered his midnight-black hair, giving it a swift caress as they made each strand dance to the direction of the howling wind.
