Mary gently placed a hand on Yalmier's shoulder, guiding him down the dimly lit corridor of the estate. His steps were hesitant, eyes flickering toward every shifting shadow. The flickering candlelight only added to the eerie silence surrounding them.
"You can relax, kid. No one's going to jump out at you."
Mary assured him with a light chuckle.
Yalmier nodded stiffly but didn't ease his wary posture. Mary observed him from the corner of her eye. He wasn't just scared; he was prepared—for what, she didn't know.
After a few turns, they reached a modest but cozy guest room. The wooden door creaked as Mary pushed it open. Inside was a neatly made bed, a small table with a flickering oil lamp, and a single window overlooking the quiet garden.
"This is your room. Stay put and try to get some rest. "I'll have someone bring you food."
Mary instructed firmly.
"Thank you."
Yalmier muttered, stepping inside but lingering near the door.
