Gemotions

The house, a grand, imposing structure, was a gift from her recently deceased uncle. He was a man she had despised. It seemed to judge her, whispering how she would be forever under his thumb.

While wandering the labyrinthine hallways, she stumbled upon a tapestry that felt slightly different. Pressing against it, a door clicked open, leading to a forgotten library. Inside, a hidden safe containing her uncle's will. She knew what to do.

Her fingers curled. The house was hers now, and she would make it reflect her will.