Above me hung a massive chandelier, gilded with gold and encrusted with what looked like real white diamonds. The light from it illuminated the entire hall, casting everything in a soft, golden glow. It was breathtaking, almost blinding in its beauty, yet there was something unnerving about it too. As if the opulence of the room was meant to distract me from the grimness of my situation.
I started to take in my surroundings.
On the walls, I noticed antique stand lamps—old, but in pristine condition, their bulbs softly flickering, casting shadows that danced across the marbled floor. The dim, ambient light added to the eerie stillness of the room. There was no sound, just the quiet hum of my breath and the faint, rhythmic ticking of a clock somewhere in the distance.
