The night was heavy with an unnatural stillness. The mansion, once full of life and laughter, now felt like a mausoleum of unspoken fears and broken hearts. Saasha lay in her bed, unable to sleep, her mind still reeling from the agony of the past days. Her blindness had only deepened her sense of isolation. The weight of it all suffocated her, and every shadow seemed to taunt her with the cruelty of the world she once knew. 

Outside her room, the house remained quiet. The only sound was the occasional creak of the floorboards and the distant chirp of a nocturnal bird. Saasha had tried to sleep, but the nightmares, the weight of her memories, kept her awake