The corridors were empty.
Dark stone walls stretched endlessly in both directions, illuminated only by purple crystals that cast everything in twilight glow.
A figure moved through them with practiced ease, young woman, maybe nineteen or twenty, with brown hair pulled back in simple braid.
She carried a wicker basket that suggested mundane purpose.
She hummed as she walked. Soft melody that echoed slightly off stone, filling the silence with something almost cheerful despite the oppressive atmosphere.
The basket contained fresh linens.
She stopped before a door, unremarkable among dozens of identical ones lining this corridor. Pushed it open without knocking.
And stepped inside.
The chamber beyond was comfortable.
Not luxurious, but well-appointed. A proper bed with clean sheets. A window with curtains drawn. Well maintained furniture.
She set the basket down beside the door. Her humming ceased. And she just... looked at the figure lying motionless on the bed.
