Seamus blinked against the darkness. He couldn't see anything around him, as if the place had swallowed every trace of light.
When he finally opened his eyes again, he was standing in a hallway that was certainly not Corvane's manor.
It was an old building. The wooden floor creaked under his boots with each small step. Yet despite its age, the place was clean and well kept: large but not luxurious, simple yet inviting.
When he turned his head toward an open window, a warm breeze drifted through, carrying with it the soft scent of flowers. A few petals fluttered in and scattered across the floor.
This place somehow calmed down his heart. Seamus knew he wasn't really killing Viviane. Even the blood in his hand was all gone as he was clean again. But still, it disturbed him.
Especially when he has been longing to meet her. Unfortunately, every time he did, she always became a weapon to weaken his mind. He gritted his teeth, "That fucking Corvane!"
