Devon sat on a sofa in the room where Olivia had stayed in, on the two occasions when she had been in the mansion. This room used to be just another one of the several guest rooms in the mansion, but ever since Olivia stayed in it, it had somehow become her room, at least in Devon's mind. Olivia had come to dominate the room so much so that even in her absence, Devon could still feel her presence there in the room. Her scent and essence had somehow been captured by the room, and a lingering sense of her filled the space.