Despite its luxury, inside the witch's manor was quite empty. Filled to the brim with old artifacts and furnitures, but cold as though each corner of the manor never once bothered to be warmed up by the fireplace. The sense of the room being filled to its utter brim with the furnitures while the emptiness of the human presence held a stark difference, highlighting the emptiness of the manor even more.
The cold wind brushes to the back of Renard's neck, enough to make him shiver as it felt as though a woman had stood behind him and blew her breath to tease the back of his neck. He snapped his neck, looking over his shoulder to find the empty hallway while Lastor who sensed him stopped had also stopped to look at him.
