Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, a rhythmic drumming that blended seamlessly with the quiet hum within Leo. He wandered the house, each step slow, deliberate, as if each breath took an eternity. The storm outside held no threat. He felt... undisturbed.

He was examining the ornate carvings on the fireplace when his fingers grazed a hidden latch. It gave way with a silent click. He pulled, and the wall in the study opened, revealing a dark, musty space. He felt no alarm, only a faint interest.

He stepped inside, content to let the storm rage on.