She continued to climb the stairs even as Jeryl bode her teacher farewell as he went, although she had already done it.

The mansion was grand even by most rich standards, with various art pieces collected from different regions dotting the interior of the vast building, windows overlooking the greater grounds, exquisite furniture in each and every room, it was one structure that was the envy of many, and the people living within it even more so.

Her walkway towards her room was lined with carpets and tapestries that she did not take particular notice of since they were changed ever so frequently by her father, although now that he was off away to another business trip that it changed lesser, but still, under his orders, the servants continued to change them.

She laid her hand on the doorknob to her room, which was, sparkling clean, and pushed the door inwards.

A dark shape.

"Thinking of me?" it asked.

-Captain Mook