Saya's Perspective
She slithered beneath the fur-laden box, her heart pounding loudly in her ears, and hesitated for a heartbeat, gripped by the chilling thought that fear might have driven her to madness. With a surge of determination, she hoisted herself into the confines of the box, emerging from the shadows. He would have a clear view of her if she lingered in the darkness, but perhaps he would be blind to her presence while she concealed herself within this fortress of furs. Through a narrow slit in the wooden enclosure, she caught a glimpse of the front door swinging open, the jarring clang of bells echoing like a death knell.
