Chapter 47: Voices

Time passed without Artemisia noticing. The world outside her room seemed to be continued to live as fast as it normally would.

When the young woman decided, she was going to go out for a walk, the mansion looked like somewhere else. The windows were closed and almost all with the curtains covering them, the luminosity coming from the daylight was dimmer and a little grayish. The icy breeze that slammed into the girl's body was enough for her to come back and put a coat over her dress.

As she descended the stairs, Artemisia noticed the noise of life in the mansion. On the third floor, it was difficult to see the movement of the employees and even their parents or sisters. In parts it was scary to be alone there, but most of the time the girl felt relieved not to be tormented several times a day, just when the employees went to clean that floor.

There was also no way Artemisia could be scared to be alone on the third floor since that was her fourth since ... Since a long time. The