Sitting by the balcony was Charles, observing from a distance, looking into nothing but darkness, while locked up in a room was Gwen, been chained up to a sink in the bathroom.

Hope was busy keeping watch by the door while his palm was supporting his jaw as his eyes were slowly closing to sleep.

Gwen was sitting in the bathtub with both of her hands crossed against each other while annoying sounds of water dripping from a broken tap continued to drop.

Outside of their room to the staircase, it was enlaid with red carpets while the staircase where properly polished and carved, it looks like it was made out of wood.

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Getting down to the staircase was a large living room enveloped with darkness, only a spotted light enlightened a portion of the room, sitting duck was the young lady who provoked Gwen, she seems to still be awake, staring at their room from the living room as the event became dramatic.

‘ when will this be over ’, Hope asked Charles in a soft tone.

‘ I don't really know,