The air in the grand hall was thick with tension, the kind that made the walls feel like they were closing in, suffocating those trapped within. Nicole stood in the center of the room, her heart pounding against her ribcage as if trying to break free. The dim candlelight cast long, flickering shadows on the walls, but it couldn't mask the darkness that seemed to seep from every corner, feeding off Jasper's corruption. She could feel the corruption taking hold of him, eating him alive bit by bit. Nicole had sent Clarice a letter a few days ago stating her concern for Jasper but she insisted that Nicole come with her as she could be arriving with the night came.