Night falls...
The moon hangs cold and bright, a crescent in the sky midst countless stars, the clouds clear for miles, with the occasional call of a mountain bird.
Elliana Lyle sits on a small tatami sofa on the balcony, dressed in a white camisole dress after her bath, the soft fabric of the hem gently swaying in the breeze.
Her bare feet touch the cold marble floor, appearing white with a hint of rosy blush.
She doesn't remember how she got back to the bed in her room, only that Lana came, likely after getting a call from Norman Bennett.
She shut herself in her room, alone on the balcony, feeling chilled by the wind.
This is better, at least her body feels cold while her heart feels much lighter.
Her greatest concern is for her grandmother and Shasha.
However.
She is powerless to help either.
It seems she's become the most useless person in the world, her heart starting to feel lost.
She wants to find a "path to life" in the fog, even if it's just a beam of light.
