Darth sat in the dimly lit room, his body slumped on the couch as if the weight of the world had settled on his shoulders.
The soft hum of the monitor was the only sound in the room, but even that couldn't drown out the echoes of Lucia's cries that haunted his mind.
He hadn't moved much in days, unable to tear his eyes away from the screen in front of him, where every second of Lucia's suffering played out in agonizing detail.
The room on the monitor was small, cold, dark, and devoid of comfort.
The walls were dull, lifeless black.
Lucia was huddled in the corner of the room, a fragile figure surrounded by darkness.
Her spirit had been reduced to a trembling shadow, clinging desperately to the last shreds of sanity.
She held her legs tightly against her chest, her body curled into a ball as if trying to make herself as small as possible.
