The east wing of the Kuroda mansion was where sound went to die.Nobody lingered back there. Staff walked in, did what they came to do, and walked out again. You could feel it the moment you turned into that corridor, something that made your voice drop on its own and your feet go careful. Could've been the medicine smell that never left the walls. Could've been something else. The kind of feeling that comes from knowing something sad has been happening in a place for a very long time.Hana walked the hallway. Her shoes were quiet on the carpet. There was nothing on the walls, no pictures, no mirrors, just that same pale paint she'd been looking at for three years now. She knew this corridor the way you know your own bedroom in the dark. The creaky spot under the carpet near door six. The handle on door nine that wobbled if you turned it too fast. She knew all of it without thinking anymore.She stopped at the last door. She held the handle of the door, pushed it open and went in.The