A couple of hours passed. Sebastian, cloaked in dust motes dancing in a single shaft of sunlight, remained alone within the ravaged villa.
The giant rat's destructive rampage was clear everywhere. Walls were crumbled, furniture was splintered, and debris littered the once grand halls.
Yet pockets of the villa remained untouched. Long, dark corridors stretched before him, each room a silent tomb for past memories he had no right to probe.
Sebastian kept searching, his steps echoing in the cavernous halls. Even he didn't know exactly what he was searching for. Answers? But to what questions?
Peace? But from what of the many problems at hand?
Most likely, what he was trying to do was simply satisfy his curiosity, or to actually stop thinking for a second.
Every rustle of displaced debris and every groan of settling wood reminded him of when he had been within this place earlier and the chase that took place here.
