Spring Academy was a high-end residential community by the lake, shrouded in silence after nightfall.
Inside the room, the silence was so profound that a pin drop could be heard.
A shadow emerged soundlessly from the entryway.
Black eyes calmly and vigilantly surveyed every inch of the surroundings.
A hand instinctively rested on the lower back, a habit honed over years to ensure quick access to a weapon if danger arose.
On the shoe rack beneath the entryway cabinet sat a pair of white Mary Jane shoes; the pearl accents on their straps gleamed softly under the light, evoking boundless imagination.
The entryway faced the dining room, where gentle light spilled downward. A plate of fruit adorned the table, and a landscape painting hung on the opposite wall.
The decor was simple yet cozy, exuding a strong familial warmth.
Turning away from the entryway and heading south to the dining room led directly to the living room.
